Watching The Days Go By

Watching the days go by, wanting to sing a lullaby, wanting

to sing out of tune, which would probably last till June or

maybe July. Listen to the words, oh, my, and see the

children go by. They are off to the park and are going

to hang out for a lark. Me? I’m going home for my

tea, not staying to listen to all the glee, which would

be as easy as one two three.