Sunshine and Regret

Envelop me in sunshine and regret,
Range me alongside a great paradox,
Between a high fence and an angry ox,
To choose a pretty outfit for my pet
That she'll refuse to wear, between a set
Of twins in indistinguishable smocks,
Or pluck the winner from the ballot box
Blindfolded, in a crowd, unaided, wet.

I will remember what I don't recall,
I will run faster than you think I can,
I will proclaim the brotherhood of man
And climb a tree two hundred metres tall,
And every spring, believing that it's fall,
Let us sing songs about Afghanistan.