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