And here's one that relates back to my years
when I was working for the Ford Foundation
in India, a country which I love very much.
"How many cowgirls did the blue God Krishna love?
Dozens, the old books say, and so it is with me.
Nothing that's lovely can my love escape.
Like baby Krishna for his butterball
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy.
I was not born like Krishna on a lotus leaf,
but yet I want to play as he did in his palm grove long ago."