yellow bucket

I have a yellow bucket
It doesn’t have a name
I use my yellow bucket
To play a certain game
A game of hearts
Played in fits and starts
The rules go like this:
Prolong the moment
Between first look and first kiss
Next make your presence felt
so your presence will be missed
and hope that no one asks you
what is clenched in your fist
that’s how you play the game
of the yellow bucket
with no name

I have a yellow bucket
I like to fill it up with rain
I use my yellow bucket
To brew tea all the way from Spain
If I threw a party
Would you still remain
When all the other guests
Have left?
Would you whisper a refrain:
Prolong the moment
Between first look and first kiss
make your presence felt
so your presence will be missed
hope that no one asks you
what’s clenched in your fist

that’s how you play the game
of the yellow bucket
with no name

This song is about several people, and I'm not really comfortable divulging all of the details, but I did know a boy who called himself Bucket, and there was a strange tension between us, and I gave a boy a yellow bucket once, and demanded it be filled with presents, and shortly thereafter his presence was missed.

Additionally, I've always loved the image of and the reality of brewing and drinking tea with the object of my affection, mostly because of Cohen's "Suzanne" and Leon Redbone's "I Want to Be Seduced", two of my favorite songs, both with lyrics about tea.