The dancing actor is in town today
As the month of kartik begins once again
He's got the blue flower over his left ear
Way beyond mere power with his topmost devotee
The dancing actor is in town today
In his topaz and amytheist clothes
Dancing to attract the mind of all we want to invite him into our heart
Please be our only, one and only let our servitude start
Rose leis short but at least not too heavy
We do respect the ratha-bhojan-vrksa and sprint as best we can over the construction over the snob hill and on to the opal cliff. At the sunny cove some one of the teams is waiting the light out in the balancing act but when it changes the gecko and I jump them. They can't believe it but they soon recover and give chase to the harbor. They continue to the boardwalk while we go to watch the sign being changed at the natasala. We decide to go through town and greet the leaping monque. Winding around with the street all the way to see that the sufferer thakura has had his hair streaked with gold and red. Staying ahead of the beasts we come to the natural bridge take the right and go back only to see that Seymour has gone home for the night. The spinner's church has incense pouring out the windows and so we circle. The mountain men are in force but the skaters are getting their tricks in too. Around the school of the toffee nose who loves to flip his green pen to the reviewing stand we go past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot but we keep the straight line to the pedaler's ramp the bear says “hey!” down to the wharf road where the beasts gang up on us on the main road one skater pass us going the opposite direction but on the same side of the road shouting “Go Lance!” the ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches us bow out heads and the kalarupa is up to taking us both back for the sandhya.
The pure name flows over the tongue of the devotee smooth as milk and as this dress is as fine as Chinese silk. Yes that's the touch that kills!