teacher and students come thirty-five over seventeen gotta call time out to be seen new outfit purple and yellow made from silk so soft and mellow cape for Giridhari and it's covered with diamonds and stars after bells the speech begins teacher in the chair tells 'em this is like our Saint Patrick's day seed bead mukuts and effulgence are crowning the display roses mums and petals in the leis causing a swell of divine love incense smoke clouds above today's sky is blue all the way to the harbor cycle babble and i spin with quite a few from treacherous triangle saw the natasala a voice came as if from a dream "come for the bells, come to be seen!"

whalers sang us along to the market through the lot where most park it ratha-bhojana-vrksa nods as we bow got to get back for bells now kirtan goes on in full gear Mahamuni sees us says he's happy we're here deep within the far off jungle nightdress cold sees them with chodders to caress keep them warm right through mangal arati's horn