I was young once.
I grew up.
Now, into life; I wonder how the wandering, the skullduggery, the drugery, the curbed urges, the mighty purges, the far flung far afield yielding Might have hurt My Friends: I didn't know were thinking of me, while I chipped away at chopped ice, and stomped out the fires set in ash tree. ( Trays)
I will not let go [Ah ho] what I knew of the way to go.
I grow, "Let Go?", find in the hole a turtle shell. Oh well! Oh well!
The pitch? Like this. I made a wish. Oh well! So swell!
One cent. One penny. 5 to a nickle. Five. Quarter to one.
Mine eye hast sceen the gory of the pouring of the rain. Oh Yes.
I have glimpsed at past past the history of 6,400 year man's journey.
Prehistory, will any man know?
Predawn? Will any one see? Say.
Clearly with eyes, blue or brown or green or grey or violet?
Oh Tiger. Oh Buddy. Oh my oh my oh my.
I won't ask why.
The water got muddy.
Off that squirrell skurry.