I keep looking for something hard to keep.

To keep me. To keep me in. To keep me

In line. To keep me in line with. To keep

Me in line with light. To keep me

In line with light, easy, freedom-flying

Geese, ordered only be their love for south-

ern sunshine-heated bayous surprising

Them every year just how much they love

To be there. For them it ain’t hard to keep.

To keep in. To keep in line. To keep in

Line with the one up front, who simply keeps

In line drawn by a pure love for flying

Freely to where freedom beautifully

Bobs on the bayou, whose shores, so gently

Curved ain’t got in them a single hard line.