Little Summer Fly - Walter Martin

I like horns and I like strings

And all of life’s frilly little things

And I like polka dots when they find their perfect spot

On some woodpecker’s wings

And I like pictures, and gilded picture frames

Throwing dice and drinking pink champagne

And win or lose, oh lordy, I’m just glad I’m in the game

I like my radio turned way up loud

Well, everybody’s always saying

«Come on, Walt, you gotta turn that down»

But everything that I feel is right there in that sound

So love me, or love me not

Just know that I’m trying with everything that I’ve got

To find the rainbows and

See what might be down there in that old pot

And all these ribbons and bows and curios

That decorate my life

They push me toward the light

Like the little summer fly

Upon the apple pie

Right where the sweetness lies

And it’s there, and then someday I’ll die

And the angels will sing on high