Spoons

A little pulse of sound reminds me of you
A feedback whistle and a squiggle kazoo
I'd ride my bike round to your house but I haven't got one
The batteries in all my robots may fade
But you recharge me with your timeless gaze
Let's go out to the park, I think there's a park around here somewhere
Rhyme and reason don't serve me well
but I serve you with my head and my hands
and hark! I spy a bond made organically

The little fish they jump in three rows of two
The owls and butterflies come out in pursuit
The breathless fox who just escaped all the grumbloid hunters
You fill my notebooks and my sketchbooks and files
And all the dictaphone accounts of your smiles
I'm scared to show you them in case you might laugh my head off, a ha
Rhyme and reason don't serve me well
but I serve you with my arms and my legs
And your eruditenesssss simply puts me to spoons
Your eruditenesssss simply puts me to spoons