If I Were An Ogre

If I were an ogre, with delight, for you, an army I would fight. I would flex my might to be with you this night. And even though I am a foolish goon, for you, I would translate an ancient rune, Or, if I could, I would jump over the new moon at noon. With a spoon, I would empty the sea for thee. I would wait eons for the blue, blue glaciers to melt, With a goose bump coat, and a tattered beaver pelt. Or, I would wait millenniums, wait for some messiah I don’t know to show, Wait for some second coming, don’t you know, If with you, the rest of my life I am spending. Just for fun, I would walk on the sun, because with you I could not burn. At every turn, with you, I would love to stroll the rings of Saturn nice and slow. It would be a lark, and rather droll, don’t you know. So, just give me a call, if you want me to be a waiter at a hungry lions ball, I would not call in sick, especially if you would be my loving chick. If I were a bee, I would gather all the nectar in the world. It would be no trouble at all to do. But, it still would not be as sweet as you. So, sleep with me tonight, in this eternal instant, on some blissful coal bed. We will wake up the delightful dead, We will sing a song that will keep the home fires well fed. Between you and I, eternity will flash by, in the wink of an eye!