As I was digging deeper into my mind,
the thoughts were getting louder and louder to find,
so I made up my mind
and wrote a letter to Homer.
An old white man, a wizzard with old worn hands,
said he kept waiting for me to come.
He said thank you
for the letter to Homer.
What a lovely change, you and I,
now we can unite.
Together we thrive,
you are my Homer…. my sweet Homer…
At first we were at fight,
but we made it through the night,
he said he is willing to try,
to be the brave one with the name Homer.
We sat and had a chamomile tea,
discussing past and all that might seem
to be the barrel between you and me
and then I found and answer… Here in Homer…
What a lovely change, you and I,
now we can unite.
Together we thrive,
you are my Homer…. my sweet Homer…