Sing me your sweet lullaby. Please push it down my throat; 

let me taste its honeyed chorus, for us, I’ll be 

your jolly sailor on this little wooden boat. 

  

Let me drink your candied voice (don’t 

stop) until I choke—the antidote! I’ll be 

your jolly sailor on this little wooden boat; 

  

so fill my lungs deep, with a sugared anecdote, 

so soft on my tongue: so lilting I’ll weep. I beg you, 

sing me your sweet lullaby, please push it down my throat. 

  

I promise I won’t  

scream as you tug me further downstream. Let me be 

your jolly sailor on this little wooden boat. 

  

Make blue water black and ripple, please, 

pull me under with a kiss; 

sing me your sweet lullaby, push it down my throat, 

I’ll be your jolly sailor on this little wooden boat.