The breeze makes the trees wave at (?),
'Twas better for willow trees strong.
When the red-eyed sun comes yawning,
Wakes the meadow, makes the morning,
There starts another day.
Nature lends her subtle bounty,
Seasoning this rustic county,
Cares are a world away.
The breeze ...
One small meadow, four tall willows,
Murmur as the autumn wind blows,
Summer was everything.
Hanging by the minnowed river,
Winter makes the willow shiver,
Suddenly there is spring.
Rodney was a sad young man because he was fat and ugly and no one liked him. Children ran up to him in the street and pointed and shouted, ``Rodney is a sad young man because he's fat and ugly,'' and then they ran away laughing. Rodney shouted, ``I will chase you and hit you and make you cry,'' but as Rodney was so fat he could not run fast enough, and the frustration of complete impotence made him even sadder.
'Twas better for willow trees strong.
When the red-eyed sun comes yawning,
Wakes the meadow, makes the morning,
There starts another day.
Nature lends her subtle bounty,
Seasoning this rustic county,
Cares are a world away.
The breeze ...
One small meadow, four tall willows,
Murmur as the autumn wind blows,
Summer was everything.
Hanging by the minnowed river,
Winter makes the willow shiver,
Suddenly there is spring.
Rodney was a sad young man because he was fat and ugly and no one liked him. Children ran up to him in the street and pointed and shouted, ``Rodney is a sad young man because he's fat and ugly,'' and then they ran away laughing. Rodney shouted, ``I will chase you and hit you and make you cry,'' but as Rodney was so fat he could not run fast enough, and the frustration of complete impotence made him even sadder.