Apr 08, 2007 00:31
Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips,
and the sun is like a toy balloon.
There are get up in the morning glories,
in the golden afternoon.
There are dizzy daffodils on the hillside,
strings of violets are all in tune,
Tiger lilies love the dandy lions,
in the golden afternoon,
the golden afternoon.
There are dog and caterpillars and a copper centipede,
where the lazy daisies love the very peaceful life they lead...
You can learn a lot of things from the flowers,
for especially in the month of June.
There's a wealth of happiness and romance,
all in the golden afternoon. ...
All in the golden afternoon,
the golden afternoon...
A little ditty I remembered from the old days. I barely know where it came from, but I've started singing it to myself on this train ride. Yes, even on these very long stretches I tend to get very anxious. Sora seems to be the only one interested, though the others seem lost in their own world. I've never been one to need all of the attention, but it would be nice to have someone talking. I can only be alone with my thoughts for so long.
They scare me sometimes.
In any case, we're approaching now. I contemplated setting the ladies room on fire, but I restrained myself.
I hope my companions aren't terribly dull people.