How have you been my darling children,
While I have been away in the west?
Though you are strangers,
I feel that I know you.
By the way that you treat me and offer to feed me and egarly ask if I'll stay for a rest.
Now sit yourselves down in a pile here before me.
I wish I had presents for each of your smiles.
I have been traveling,
without much to carry.
Just a broken guitar case with tape on the sides,
a bag and a few signs to help me get rides.
Here are some beads from a throat of a princess,
Who reigned in the years 'round 200 BC.
Divid them and wear them,
and make sure you share them.
Because I want you to have them in hopes that'll be,
as lovely as the lady who gave them to me.
Here is a strange European guitar string,
I found on the floor of a Club in Marselles.
It's fat for the third string and too skinny for the fourth string.
But I keep in hopes I may use it someday,
It's funny how people just keep things that way.
Here is a turtle from a Long Island Expressway.
Says that his home has been covered with tar.
So I gave him a ride on the back of my suitcase.
And he wants to stay here in your yard,
at long his life won't be quite so hard.