Bakyr Bakyr eyes so bright,
Thinking hard into the night,
What ethereal bone or bun,
Will answer the idea you've spun?
In what distant thoughts or dreams,
Bake the croissants of thine schemes?
Or whom will halt what thee aspire?
And soundly present fish-filled
ire?
And what science, & what art,
Could twist synapse and twist heart?
And when thy heart begins to beat,
What machine to decorate feet?
Or what device to waylay rain,
Is baking slowly in thy brain?
Shoes of chocolate, monkeys taught,
To retrieve balls from tennis courts!
When the fishbones come with jeers
And water keyboard with your tears:
Did you smile your work to glimpse?
Did you who've double-bunned make this?
Bakyr Bakyr eyes so bright,
Thinking hard into the night,
What ethereal bone or bun,
Will answer the idea you've spun?