I thought I could think of a good song.

It would only take me a moment.

I wanted a really, really good song.

So, I gave myself a moment.

A very special given moment.

Just a little time to think

a lovely song for me to sing.

I just had a little moment.

But it does not take too long.

It does not take too long to sing a song.

This little song, in its given moment.

It refused to come, come out.

It wanted to remain hidden

deep in my mouth, deep in my mouth.

So I climbed inside as best as I could,

but since I could not climb in my own head,

I used the hook that I keep in my ceiling

and sent it down my neck instead.

I would fish for that song!

I would fish until I was done!

I would fish for that song!

But I am not looking to catch fish!

Maybe I should call it songing

when I use a hook to catch a song.

Would that be something funny,

if I were songing real long?

Songing song-song, songing a song.

But I could not catch that song,

it was really quite slippery.

I caught this old tire,

and pulled it quite carefully.

It popped free! Popped free!

From my mouth quite easily.

I pulled out my knife and set about carving

that old thing in to this new thing.

So now we have a song that I caught!

Made from junk I found while songing.

So, perhaps I'll return that hook

to my throat to catch another song.

But then again, maybe I'll stop here

and I'll call, call this song done.