Version 2
Notes: originally, I created this ode with a strange rhythm which mostly consisted of four feet per line and then a silent beat. I even composed a little melody to it. To make it more accessible, I just write it down in plain text.
Happy/ We All Love You, Rocket
Hands! Wretched hands
strapping him, cutting him
Puny monster, so mangled,
so lonely - a tiny beast entangled
They hurt me, they hurt me!
. . .
Hands! Precious hands;
they praise him, caress him
We'll die for you, our friend,
together till the end
I'm happy, I'm happy!
. . .
Love! My tainted heart
it wants to say much more than that
I try, but all I can
is sing the words I can beget
I'm happy, I'm happy!
