The place I grazed when I fell,
Is bleeding and stings a bit,
But I don’t mind; it’ll heal right up –
Tomorrow, a scab will be in its place.
Today, people made fun of me again…
It’s embarrassing and so frustrating,
But I don’t mind; just you watch –
I’ll be laughing back in no time!
When we launch our ship from the cape,
The sails will receive the wind, billowing wide.
I’ll leave this land behind,
Making the seven seas my own!
The place I got hit in a fight,
Has become a purple bruise,
But I don’t mind; at least for today,
I’ll accept it as a loss.
Standing atop a hill, spreading my arms wide,
I’ll await the wind and begin to flap these wings.
I’ll leave this land behind,
A single bird crossing a vast sky!
The wind blew in from the south,
As rain suddenly came pouring down.
Spring is almost upon us,
So we’d better bring in the laundry!
The place I grazed when I fell,
Is bleeding and stings a bit,
But I don’t mind; it’ll heal right up –
Tomorrow, a scab will be in its place.
When we launch our ship from the cape,
The sails will receive the wind, billowing wide.
I’ll leave this land behind,
Making the seven seas my own!
The wind blew in from the south,
As rain suddenly came pouring down.
Spring is almost upon us,
So we’d better bring in the laundry!
