It is eight lines because the last two should be counted as one.
Oh Clara, you do make me laugh.
The tactful cactus by your windowSurveys the prairie of your roomThe mobile spins to its collisionClara puts her head between her pawsThey've opened shops down the West sideWill all the cacti find a homeBut the key to the cityIs in the sun that pinsThe branches to the sky, oh, oh, oh
More beauty in eight lines than the entire Top 40
favorite Bowie song
No comments after being posted a year? Jeez. One of Bowie's simplest, most charming songs. Hail, Clara!
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