Loosing or saving,
Yes, I am and I am not,
The piggy bank’s gone!
The sun in the sky,
And all the birds flying by,
Make this a nice place.
Papers blow away,
A stone weight makes a few stay,
But the pen has gone.
As complex as simple is.
Loosing or saving,
Yes, I am and I am not,
The piggy bank’s gone!
The sun in the sky,
And all the birds flying by,
Make this a nice place.
Papers blow away,
A stone weight makes a few stay,
But the pen has gone.