Now wasn't that a treat for little me,
Whose brain seems to be always on the blink,
Whose mind seems to be always lost at sea?
He made me think, I think, but I don't know,
I can't remember what I thought about
So I have nothing really I can show
And very little of which I can shout.
He did say something interesting I'm sure
I know it made me stop a little while,
And then the world was not like just before,
And on my face I found a little smile.
I met him though this morning anyway,
I think... or maybe it was yesterday.