A madman in spring
Like a madman in spring
Who ties around his head
A hand knitted glove
flaps his arms frantically
thinks he is a flying dove
A madman in summer
who thinks the sea will dry
He sits by the shore
Waiting for the fish to fly
Like a madman in autumn
who thinks the leaves shown neglect
and the naked branches need
to show more respect
For i tell you, such a madman
is balanced, just and sane
compared to a man who has
rejected love again and again
