I thought I could think of a good song.
It would only take me a moment.
I wanted a really, really good song.
So, I gave myself a moment.

A very special given moment.
Just a little time to think
a lovely song for me to sing.
I just had a little moment.

But it does not take too long.
It does not take too long to sing a song.

This little song, in its given moment.
It refused to come, come out.
It wanted to remain hidden
deep in my mouth, deep in my mouth.

So I climbed inside as best as I could,
but since I could not climb in my own head,
I used the hook that I keep in my ceiling
and sent it down my neck instead.

I would fish for that song!
I would fish until I was done!
I would fish for that song!
But I am not looking to catch fish!

Maybe I should call it songing
when I use a hook to catch a song.
Would that be something funny,
if I were songing real long?

Songing song-song, songing a song.

But I could not catch that song,
it was really quite slippery.
I caught this old tire,
and pulled it quite carefully.

It popped free! Popped free!
From my mouth quite easily.

I pulled out my knife and set about carving
that old thing in to this new thing.
So now we have a song that I caught!
Made from junk I found while songing.

So, perhaps I'll return that hook
to my throat to catch another song.
But then again, maybe I'll stop here
and I'll call, call this song done.