Jul 10, 2009 15:57
you're easy to please, so count one two three,
put them white shoes on and follow me;
going to sherwood forest dressed in black so you can't see,
a straw-built hut for one so let me be;
your dedication is strong, but you have no clue,
nature so big that you have no idea what to do;
so you bring out your map and you trust you guide,
when the wolves come out, you run and you hide;
but that's besides the point, but you don't understand,
the reasons i'm leaving, i can't count them on two hands;
i need all fingers and toes, probably more,
we could total the final amount, but math's such a bore;
you walk and you run, tired with energy,
young and naive, you have no idea what's in store;
the owls and raccoons come out, searching for food,
the moon and the stars, they set such a mood;
but, in the end, what i'm really trying to say,
is that when parents go to sleep, no work, all play.