Did you ever try to catch a raindrop, in the middle of a drought? You held out your hands and nothing happened. So you wonder what that’s about.
Oh, when the rubber tree dies, will you still be surprised? Or will you keep it together, through the thick of it all?
One little ladybug came up to me and said, “Hey now, where are you going?” In a voice so politely I said, “Nowhere. Would you like to come along with me?”
She was under the impression, that I was cool or something. And we were kissing like cows in the night.
Basil, basil, pop goes the weasel. There’s a million stories but only one glory. To far to reach it, but I kept on reaching. One day I had it, but it left for a reason.