Little critters
Come to play with me
All the birdies
Are singing happily
But don't you also
Think that they will
Look prettier if they stay still?
The flowers
Red and yellow and blue
I will pick the prettiest
Ones for you
And make the perfect
Crown for your head
And now all of the flowers are dead!
Vroom,vroom!
What a lovely sound is makes
Cutting everything
That is in my wake
But father
Says this is not allowed
So I guess I will stop this for now!
No more critters
Come to play with me
I cant no longer
Hear to birdies melodies
Well then,snowball
Let's go back inside
I am happy just to be alive!