In Fields Of Green, (Slight Repose)

Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?

“I’m in a meadow.”

Right. Why?

“Although ‘meadow’ implies level ground. Maybe better to say I’m on a grassy knoll.”

It’s never better to be on a grassy knoll. Nothing good can come of it.

“However you wanna classify it.”

But why?

“I’m not quite lounging, but I’m casual.”

I see that.

“A little bit coquetteish, maybe.”

It’s the hair.

“Thank you.”

You’re not gonna tell me why you’re sitting there, are you?

“As soon as I know, I’ll pass it along, but I think I’m gonna say ‘screw it’ and go with calling a grassy knoll. People know I didn’t kill Kennedy.”

I would hope so.

“Y’never know.”