remember this...
The Grove
by, Ben Morel
I'll start this with the friendly ice cream man.
He'd stop and talk to all the kids on the block.
He would sit at the bend for hours on end.
Day in and day out this went on.
Til a friendly cop came along.
They took him away without any hugs.
For in his truck were lots of drugs.
But not all memories were nessecarily bad.
Some were also very sad.
We had a fort perched high in a tree.
I sat up there to what was to be.
Til one day I spotted a lady.
She called the cops and said we looked shady.
All because I asked her if she was having a baby.
by, Ben Morel
I'll start this with the friendly ice cream man.
He'd stop and talk to all the kids on the block.
He would sit at the bend for hours on end.
Day in and day out this went on.
Til a friendly cop came along.
They took him away without any hugs.
For in his truck were lots of drugs.
But not all memories were nessecarily bad.
Some were also very sad.
We had a fort perched high in a tree.
I sat up there to what was to be.
Til one day I spotted a lady.
She called the cops and said we looked shady.
All because I asked her if she was having a baby.