These Small Hours
(( Title from Little Wonders ))
Such a lil ting, a seed inna ground. But i' holds da tauren's hop fer all dis land bein' as green da centre o' i'. Hard no' ta ge' carried along wit' dat.
And wit' da itty trees growin' fas' enough ta see, Wen can' help bu' cheer dem on.
Dere be a lo' o' tings 'ere ta ge' used ta. Wen ain' expec' alcohol be on dat list, but dere be as many types as dere be people, and some be stronger dan others.
Least 'Fina take i' well when one turn ou' ta be stronger den Wen's stomach.
Wen hear so much 'bout dis leader, bu' da welcome he get from da ancestors speak more den anyting else. Tink meyybe now Wen understand dere loss.
Bu' Wen understand more dat dey were lucky ta have 'im fer so long. Should remember dat, no' losin' 'em, no matter how.
Wen spend so much time no' knowin' wha' be normal 'ere, i' be easy ta accept whate'er people be sayin', e'en when i' seem ta be off. But den, ain' like Wen can complain, eh?
Da boy be righ': Wen be pretty strange eirself. Leas' i' be inna good way.
Wen can hardly keep care o' emself, much a lil one o' any kind, bu' da tauren be talkin' about imprintin' an' other confusin' tings so strong dat Wen say yes.
Sees i' was righ' when 'e needs someone ta show 'im how ta fly 'bout when Wen gets wings.
