The tactful cactus by your window <br />Surveys the prairie of your room <br />The mobile spins to its collision <br />Clara puts her head between her paws <br />They've opened shops down West side <br />Will all the cacti find a home <br />But the key to the city <br />Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky<br /><br />Satan's Sibling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/8-line-poem-lyrics/
