called into a few fields
spread out filled
with daffodils
happy to meet you Bill
my name is made of the hills
with your daffodils
your joking
you can't be for real
I only think of you
when all of a sudden you
come rolling down the hill
riding your barrel
not even knowing how to steer
hope you thought about this
harder than it appears
now Bill are you here to face your peers
never understood a mans need for approval
it's your business I would fear
I'm glad you'er not alone for we'd be toast by now
nicely roasted crab legs
breaking them happily
dipping in butter so warm
don't let them get to you
they'll develop your gaze
making clear what harm is gained
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