My love, I need a bit of rest
they sent me off to find the West,
the folks back home said, if you can
go West young man, go West young man.
For forty weeks I walked the walk
with only birds (the ones who talk) ,
for songs and pretty company
until I came to Galilee.
Thick hair has grown upon my chest,
so may I kiss your naked breast.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-west/
