Hello, Clay, my son
Oh, youāre happy, good, good
The sculptor said as he stood
Trying to have some fun
With his clay-made son
How are you?
Was it swell?
Iām glad itās been going well
Things have been good for me, too
Even with all the things I have to do
The man had nothing to do
He was only in a room all alone with no one there
Other than him and the āsonā he wants to care
To love and hang out ...
