WELL HE LOVES IT

He can't get enough of it.
He adores it when it's out.
The thought makes him feel so hot,
It is all he'll think about.

Some say that he gets too much.
People tell him he is mad.
But if he doesn't get some,
Then he becomes way too sad.

For he craves the warm feeling;
There's no other he'd prefer.
He knows what he is too well;
He is a sun worshipper.

6 April 2005