Well the story’s told,
The film rights and books are sold,
For notes you can fold.
The day’s cold and wet,
The rain dripping through the trees,
Makes a poor shelter.
As complex as simple is.
Well the story’s told,
The film rights and books are sold,
For notes you can fold.
The day’s cold and wet,
The rain dripping through the trees,
Makes a poor shelter.
Biscuits in my tea,
Really make me think, yippee!
Tasty morning snack.
My love is music,
That’s in perfect harmony,
Hitting the right notes.
Notes cascading down,
Like tunes down a waterfall,
Crash in harmony.
No time to think now,
Just meetings after meetings,
Notes to write up too.
Can I get away,
Somewhere that’s good so I stay.
I like adventure!