happy the drummer that beats his tune in the face of the world. happy
the man who stands alone for all to scorn. happy went down on a
cool clear morning, and wept by the river to show. that life was not
so bad.

excepting unkind stares and words, did happy think all
for good. and wishing not but joyful songs, happy dance upon
the river to show. that life was not so dark.

but words and stones did fill his flesh; no man likes dancing
from another man’s hips. happy on water did dance,
did dance, and happy on river did scream to show. that life was not so hard.

and drinking women from the cups of their breasts. happy the
ruler of men, happy the serpent of eve. when to where and how to why,
happy did sleep to show. that life was not so short.

a dark to fall did happy dream, and woke to birds in the tree.
next to nowhere and full of death, happy the man with his hand
on her knee did laugh to show. that life was not so full.

happy the mud laying there in the soil. happy the laughter that
sings in the breeze. happy arises up from death for a while, and
calls out for mercy again to show. that life was not so true.

a sleeping boy whispers for happy to stay, but happy is gone
again. happy the wanderer, vagabond, mystery. happy the wrecker of men.
happy leaves us for a while to show. that life is life. no more.