I look around, my feet touch the hot sand
I look around, my feet touch the hot sand By the ocean there is a band I am sitting on a beach Hearing a preacher preach Relaxing in the sun Having fun This is the best culture I prey on it like a vulture Here there are a lot of animals And no cannibals.
The leaf turned from green to yellow to a brownish-red but now I see it on the ground looking quite dead. The children march To school Trudging on the leaves, Not realizing that they’re doing something cruel. The leaf is gone It was blown away Will I see it again? Yes, when the trees sway.
—X-mas is (that time of year) coming;
—X-mas is (that time of year) coming; Sorta but (in a while) not really— Halloween (soon) is close by Only two weeks Away.
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