Samurai Seven

Sue, she is my girl. ìAn orange dressed man,î Darren said,

ìis coming through the door.î

Listening to jazz. Minutes go by like

dragonflies on a pond, on a summer day.

<<<<<       Green. Tease me. Watching out for god, zillions      >>>>>

of stars in my western sky.

My samurai seven saves the day.

Weíll go out at five and weíll sigh, ìahh...î, nor at all.

A hero she might be, in an amazing Kurosawa dream,

like dragonflies on a pond, on a summer day.

My samurai seven saves the day.

Christopher Hoffee ©2002 ASCAP