The hand reached the top of the hill

As if as like touching the clouds

Big lovely laughing clouds dancing wildly

You can tumble she said she said

So I did

As if my head were clean from evaporation

You moved me you did you silly

You silly pie

There were streams of alligators washed away

Life was climbing with the flowering vines

And all this time it just kept growing

Cause and effect?

Not a chance.