Reincarnation
We return
We return
A loving kiss
Started it all
The spirit moved
The seed sped on
A kiss departed
A life-force won
We return
Return and learn
The memory fades
The key will rust
As chimney sweepers
Come to dust
She was a boy
He was a girl
Though he could see
Her black was grey
Though they were crippled
They walked away
A cake for a bride
That ruled as a prince
A car for a child
That served as crone
A great man of letters
Here and now gone
Look at that child
He’s as old as the hills
Look at your mother
She was your groom
Nothing prevents
The wheels that turn
Turn again Whittington
Time to learn