i like it

i like it when it hibernates
and when it's a barrel of rum
I like when it's illegal
and when it's about to come
up over the steep sunny hill
i let go my hands and fly down it.

i like to poke my nose in it
the thrills and oh, the smell of it
i like to roll and roll in it
to drink it down and dive with it

and when it starts to sing
and turns me upside down
and when it shouts and screams
and when it gasps and drowns
and when it looks like it
is about to expire
i like it when it hibernates
and when it catches fire.