Thinking of Lana

When I began to sweat around the ears
I knew the time had come to levitate,
And started bouncing like a rubber plate
Thrown down the stairs. I bundled pinking shears
Into my coat and, tamping down my fears,
Made tracks for Lana's. Satan, at the gate,
Attempted to explain I was too late,
But I know how the vixen disappears.

I sang "Air on a G String" very loud,
And out she came, and told me, "Carry on,
Just don't relieve yourself here on the lawn,"
Making a sign to me. I wasn't cowed,
Although I wasn't smart, either, or proud,
But just another glad, enchanted faun.