belispeak

Grandma, my sleep is narrow Bid you bring me some strong drink Strain out the pulps and set them close outside For when my belly, for when my little belly speaks Grandma, there's air beneath my bed And it whispers, and it whispers when I rest Bid hem skirts in salt and vinegar, vinegar And hover closely, oh, hover closely under head Grandma, the water is rising My boundless hair has gotten green I'll be your swimming forest island Bid you walk safely, safely over me Grandma, my hands have wandered And my legs, my little legs are getting weak Bid lend me your wispy frame And guard my powers, guard my precious powers in its cage Grandma, I've been unruly In my dreams and with my speech Drill little holes into my eyelids That I might see you, that I might see you when I sleep Grandma, the water is rising By now this hair has gotten green I'll be your swimming forest island Bid you walk safely, safely over me I'll be your swimming forest island.