The ocean breeze Goes through my hair I get a call from my family Its a scare I head to the hospital My father is dead He says his last words On his death bed
I eat pie when is the sun high, I like to buy pie, If I don't eat pie I cry, When I can't get pie I sigh, Without pie I would die, Actually I would survive, I would just eat Thai.
I am typing on a keyboard I dream about fords But unfortunately I can't afford them To me they are a gem A gem that stems From my brain One day I'll have to use a cane