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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.
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