The day I met Joe ...

Kind of chill breeze in my hair.

Kind of warmth on my chest.

Kind of pride for my crest.

Kind of the darkest flair.

Why the breeze may I know?

Why the warmth wonder me?

Why the crest, if I can't see?

Why the flair do you bestow?

The breeze feels so slack.

The warmth so cold.

The crest too bold.

The day I met Joe Black.