Pete Seeger is dead today and as I listen
to ‘little boxes’ all that’s on my mind is you.
You turned out so different than ticky-tacky
and all the rest. Or maybe you didn’t, because
your jokes always turned real and you joked
about marrying business boy, your first love,
maybe. And what did Pete have against them
all anyway? You always seemed so happy,
despite you making that observation about me,
you always seemed the happy one.
And ole Pete is dead, and you’re still alive,
but that smile was never ticky-tacky. I don’t understand.