Sunday mornings are a day of rest
Snuggling tight in a cozy nest
Unless you’re the dude in the Thai Style hat
Moving around from this to that
Shoveling dirt on a massive pile
He’s been working for a while
But no mud stack can compare to my love for you
A tower of affection rising to the sky blue
If love could be measured in mounds of dirt
We would need to fill up the entire Earth
If you were an outdoor fire hydrant,
I’d build you a wooden house to protect you from rain.
If you were an air conditioning unit,
I would still build you a wooden shelter to guard you from the elements.
And yet, if you were actually an electrical circuit breaker,
responsible for all manner of lightbulb functionality,
I would proudly and joyfully construct for you
a shield made of chopped tree parts, or wood,
and surround you with protection from invaders.
Such is my love for you,
that you may rest easy outside, in case something happens,
like if there’s a fire, you can put it out,
or if it gets hot you can keep us cool,
or if there’s an electrical malfunction, you’re on it, already.
And I assure you that you’ll be safe.
You have a home. A cozy wooden home.