Its crawling

Still all in

Befallen

Cruel sun



In summer

Oh slumber

My number

Is up



Theres peaches

In reaches

With leeches

At heart



Im thinkin

And blinkin

Its stingin

Mine eyes



Abhorring

Hes gorging

Still boring

On me



Its lighter

Its brighter

No fighter

Is i



Its dried up

And tied up

And fried up

Mine eyes



Its crawling

Still all in

Befallen

Cruel sun