Has the World Gone Insane? - Stephin Merritt

Wind and rain, wind and rain

Perfectly in season

Everything in its place

Down to the pot one pees in

And yet here am I, the great soldier

A cat among mice

Me, guarding this babe

Like a storm guarding one grain of rice

The enemy baby, with enemy milk on his chin

I guard not to keep people out

But to keep baby in!

Wind and rain…

Has the world gone insane?