If you sit up late at night
and perk your ears
you may hear a sound
coming from outside
A tap on the window
high pitched and pleading
poke your head out and you'll see me
standing there, pebbles in hands
I'll call for you, and down will you come
and together, off we'll run
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
If you sit up late at night
and perk your ears
you may hear a sound
coming from outside
A tap on the window
high pitched and pleading
poke your head out and you'll see me
standing there, pebbles in hands
I'll call for you, and down will you come
and together, off we'll run
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