Þetta er mjög líklega það fyrsta og eina ljóð sem ég mun nokkurn tíman semja en leiðinlegir stærðfræði tímar hafa greinilega listræn áhrif.


I'm looking for you, my brown little paperbag
Where are you?
I look for you, in the summer, in the winter
I don't know where you are, my brown little paperbag

Did you get lost in the spring?
Did you get lost in the fall?

I don't know
I just know that I lost you
My brown little paperbag
I can't search any longer
My feet are starting to go
Go like you went
My brown little paperbag.

I'll find you..sometime, onetime
My brown little paperbag