In Delaware when I was younger
I would row upon the lake
In the spring I had great hunger
I was Keats I was Blake
My pimpled pencil pains I'd bring
To frogs who sat entranced
My drift-dreamed ditties I would sing
The water strider danced
In Delaware when I was younger
I thought St Andrew had sufficed
In the spring I had great hunger
I was Buddha I was Christ
You wicked wisemen where's your wonder
You Pharisees someday will pay
See my lightning hear my thunder
I am truth I know the way
In Delaware when I was younger