Let me...

"Let me touch you – I’ll become a gentle wind. Let me kiss you – I’ll be a leaf, soft and green. Let me hug you – I’ll be a flexible twig. Let me swing you – I’ll become a bird’s wing. Let me wake you – I’ll become the first beam. Let me lull you – I’ll be a serene stream. Let me amuse you – I’ll be a funny clown. Let me warm you – I’ll be an eiderdown. Let me comfort you – I’ll be a meadow. Let me follow you – I’ll be your shadow. Let me…” I began again But was interrupted then, “Twig? Ha-ha! Well-well. Why not? It can be a fishing rod. I feel like on a frying-pan, And the wing can be a fan. You said ‘wind’! The day is hot: A hot wind is like a shot! Well, instead of it and leaves I’d prefer a cooling breeze. What a fool you are to say Of more beams on this bright day! But I’d like to have a stream To jump in and have a swim. Meadows can comfort me If I find a good big tree. And its shadow not you Is much better and will do. I can’t say I will like you In my bed or in the loo!” When I whispered, “Eiderdown,” She said, “Yes! You’re a clown.” Then she added, “And a noodle.” And I cried, “You’re a poodle!!!” At that moment I forgot That I liked her locks a lot. “It’s my spade!” I heard my shout, “Give it back! You! Stupid cow!” “Oops! I’m sorry…” was too late When she hit me with my spade. “It’s my sand-box” was exhaled. The next day she played with Dave.