Honey bunches of oats
Why doesn’t she like goats.
Oh well
If I were a kangaroo
Id live in a giant shoe
Indeed
When I walk down the street at night
I see the frogs in the ditches take flight
How odd
I like being out side in the black
Makes me feel like light is planning an attack
Waiting
The light always scatters dark
But dark is always in the park
Dark is forever
When light is no more
Dark will come back in scores
