Perfect String

There seems to be no test to take

It seems there is no passing mark

It seems that light's the only thing

To show we are not in the dark

I'd like to put it in a box

I'd like to take it home with me

Put it on a scale with rocks

Measure it with accuracy

I'd like to put it in my pants

And take it to the bank with me

I'd like to trade it for an ounce

Measure it with accuracy

I'd like to put it on a leash

I'd like to take it to the zoo

Ask a handler or a child at least

Where it belongs, what I should do

I'd like to put it in a yoke

Take it to the farm with me

Pass myself off as good folk

Pat its ass and set it free

There seems to be no test to take

It seems there is no passing mark

It seems that light's the only thing

To show we are not in the dark

I'd like to mix it in a batter

Make good friends with the maitre'd

Cook it up and make it matter

Satisfy intestinally

I'd like to take it on a boat

Cut it up, put it on hooks

Catch me something that can float

Read about it in history books

I'd like to write it in the records

Of orphans with no line intact

I'd lie to wipe the table speckless

Give them mom and daddy back

There seems to be no test to take

It seems there is no passing mark

It seems that light's the only thing

To show we are not in the dark

What I'd like and what I can

And what I do are different things

I'd like to take all three strands

And weave them into perfect string