Danny

Oh, Danny
You wouldn't sing

And so, I stayed with you
in your little world
Getting in enough trouble
For the both of us

You hated that yellow
Piano
And green book
Of Big Bird songs

And I hated that you
Had drawn inside
Yourself
To let just one friend in

Oh, Danny
You wouldn't sing
And I sang like a bird

I sang those big bird songs
every one

While you sat,
with your little arms folded
Up like dividing walls

(I grew up, did you?)

Oh, Danny
I dated many of whom
All Were you

waiting for my little voice
To come back to sit behind them
And share my golden strands of hair
And the scent of my understanding

Oh, Danny
I don't sing much anymore

I hope now,
It is your turn

Please Danny,
sing for me