The tall trees were cut sharply against the November sky
It was then that I decided to marry
Vancouver Barry
That was one of my many thoughts that day
I did not know a Vancouver Barry
Who I expected to marry
The tall trees were real and were cut sharply against the November sky
But one cannot marry trees can one
So I imagined a beautiful girl called Vancouver Barry
Who I intended to marry
But this was false as I carried her without qualification in my head
This the girl I intended to wed
I am a long distance runner
It is a lonely occupation
Although I do shelter under tall trees