Dec 08, 2007 03:33
So to reach the sky, I will fly high
To shoot moon, ill need Strength soon
To skip the sea, no boats for me
The wind I’ll take, my heart will ache
For you have gone into the pond
But came about that toad and trout
Who were taken out for fear of drought
We’re all alone inside at home
Wait for summer days to fly away
But trouts and toads carry great loads
No wings to use and cannot choose
They sit and stay can’t fly away
But they lye in dream oh what a scheme
On summers night to try for flight