Babies don’t cradle ladies

Fans don’t call out time

There is rhyme

The space is not the river

The fog will lift with wine

There is rhyme

So

Be my tin roof

And I’ll be your rain

That khaki escape ramp

Saves one from dying

There is rhyme

Men who punch clocks

Careen from mountainsides

There is rhyme

So

Be my tin roof

And I’ll be your rain