Go and tell that funky worm
Today a freak is born:
It is the grub of grooving love
Whose blue cocoon is torn
Upon the branch of morning wood
It plunged into the ground
Swinging moods of broody dudes
Whose shadows let them drown
But affirmation was its light
And stoked its tasty treats
Where safe from birds of worldly worlds
Its heart could catch a beat
Til as a bird of paradise
It arrowed from the South
And as a beetle, clicked its wings
With olives in its mouth.