(ŠKeri Ford 2000)

It's a paradox Borris
When I lose myself
I gain individuality
blues points of light
pink cloud twilight
Sign promises of the Golden Age
Over the Hills the great Jester
Skipping in his green and red Motley
Borris' the creakily crackly foot
Upon the wooded path
The forest and creatures are intent
Do they love you Borris Baggins?
Face to face with myself
I'm losing
lost in you
Peasant songs and dances
Hand it on down again
Stir up this world Jester
Drink off the poison that rises
Your laughter is greater than my mind
Swallow it down
Reveal rainbow venom.