Can you play your horn for me?
Oh say, can you play the horn?
Yes! Yes you can play the horn!
But can you let go of a tremendous strain?
Oh no, you cannot let go
You cannot let go of your ailment
Your forever more curse that will only end in sadness
By the Lord! What fearsome grip!
Grip on reality? Nay says I
Grip on politics? Nay says I
Grip on yourself? With this we shall contemplate
Tell me, what do you hold so dear,
With what I ask
What do you hold close to your bosom,
Late, when the dew is not come,
But not early, when the cock crows,
What do you hold so close,
And with what do you hold it with?
So tell me,
Can you play your horn?-Thomas Jensen
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