I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
You brought me sunshine
when I only saw rain.
You brought me laughter
whe
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Look at that deer
Man I am craving a beer
He has a nice rack
It is enough
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
Love is not a thing you get a lot
but love the girl you have got
she is always th
