The WHAT of life is found ‘neath the neck.
The WHO resides in the head.
What I want to know by zippety zot
Is Who is this in my bed?
The body’s familiar, it has two legs.
But who’s at the other end?
A woman it seems, she’s not a horse.
So what path down was I led?
This must be a dream, of course that is so.
Another one’s coming and
Off I shall go