04-03-2017, 10:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-04-2017, 06:31 AM by Quixilated.)
One hundred acres of forest magic
every tree is somebody's home
my friends and I have worn a path
from one door to the next
we plan grand expeditions
or play poohsticks on the bridge
You search for sticky gold
with pirate perseverance
a balloon, a song, then I come along
with my umbrella and trusty gun
I smile when I notice my shirt
it has a you shaped mud stain
every tree is somebody's home
my friends and I have worn a path
from one door to the next
we plan grand expeditions
or play poohsticks on the bridge
You search for sticky gold
with pirate perseverance
a balloon, a song, then I come along
with my umbrella and trusty gun
I smile when I notice my shirt
it has a you shaped mud stain
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara