She floats like a bubble
Across the country of trouble
Dreaming of a new
World to have room to tumble
The Cows cackled "Boohoo
Too bad for you"
And they knew
Of a land of blue and true
But they would not tell her
So she floated out to her mother
And kissed her goodbye
As she left on a piece of Rye
Bread.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
She floats like a bubble
Across the country of trouble
Dreaming of a new
World to have room to tumble
The Cows cackled "Boohoo
Too bad for you"
And they knew
Of a land of blue and true
But they would not tell her
So she floated out to her mother
And kissed her goodbye
As she left on a piece of Rye
Bread.