Let-‘s Make Our Hands: Our Cummerbunds!
While, We Were Passing On The Road;
It Was Not Dark; -‘twas Day-—light Broad!
We Met; And, Were Not Strangers, God!
Life Has No Bounds; It Has Own Code!!
Stars Stood A While: Wonder? We-‘re Friends!
Let-‘s Make Our Hands: Our Cummerbunds!
Eyes Met; Our Fingers Met, Quietly!
Then Palms Followed, Quite Secretly!!
We Realized It; But, Quite Lately!!
We-‘re Hand-In-Hand Firmly Mately!
We Met; And Met, Two Different Ends!
Let-‘s Make Our Hands: Our Cummerbunds!
And, Now, We-‘re Meeting Everyday!
It Appears, Now, We-‘re, But, Just Clay!!
We-‘re Serious! And, We-‘re Not At Play!!
We-‘re Seeking Lonely Parks; Away!
We-‘re Facing Clays! We-‘re Facing Sands!!
Let-‘s Make Our Hands: Our Cummerbunds!
We-‘re, Seemly, Busy! Scenes Have Changed!!
Our Routine Affairs Have Deranged!
All Measures Are, Now, Highly Ranged!
Our Bodies Are, Now, Getting Flanged!
Our Favors Are Getting New Blends!
Let-‘s Make Our Hands: Our Cummerbunds!