what the hell

different as it goes
the tap of the toes
minding nothing but you
everythings just a dew
real though it feels
made up of a few reels
when will we know
whats hail and whats snow
hits hard a rock
though light as chalk
straightens the mind
being jolly and kind
being with me only me
being busier than a bee
keeping from society
lifes my propriety!