She only ever walks to count her stepsEighteen strides and she stops to abideBy the law that she herself has setThat eighteen steps is one complete setAnd before the nextNine right and nine leftShe looks up at the blueAnd whispers to all of the aboveDon't let me drown, don't breath aloneNo kicks no pangs no broken bonesNever let me sink, always feel at homeNo sticks, no shanks and no stonesNever leave it too late, always enjoy the tasteOf the great gray world of heartsAs all dogs everywhere bark, it's worth knowingLike all good fruit the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin