Once I asked a madman what Love was
He growled and chased me naked
The trader thought Love meant customers
An infant told me it was her mothers milk
A Priest kissed his emblem and looked up
One soldier strongly believed Love was war
Pythagoras told me it was triangles
A poet said things I can't remember
My wife wouldn't admit it was me
When I asked a magician, he held his wand tight.
The wolf said it was the full moon
The drunkards offered me a drink
Yet a chicken thought it meant Christmas
