belispeak

Grandma, my sleep is narrow

Bid you bring me some strong drink

Strain out the pulps and set them close outside

For when my belly, for when my little belly speaks

Grandma, there's air beneath my bed

And it whispers, and it whispers when I rest

Bid hem skirts in salt and vinegar, vinegar

And hover closely, oh, hover closely under head

Grandma, the water is rising

My boundless hair has gotten green

I'll be your swimming forest island

Bid you walk safely, safely over me

Grandma, my hands have wandered

And my legs, my little legs are getting weak

Bid lend me your wispy frame

And guard my powers, guard my precious powers in its cage

Grandma, I've been unruly

In my dreams and with my speech

Drill little holes into my eyelids

That I might see you, that I might see you when I sleep

Grandma, the water is rising

By now this hair has gotten green

I'll be your swimming forest island

Bid you walk safely, safely over me

I'll be your swimming forest island.