He must've been lonely, too
Especially without his morning brew
While little birds share their cuckoo
Bread crumb's a bait, he then spew.
He must've been peeking through the clouds
Yearning to escape from his linen shroud
He speaks my name out aloud
Would i got to hear it when i'm in the crowd?
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
He must've been lonely, too
Especially without his morning brew
While little birds share their cuckoo
Bread crumb's a bait, he then spew.
He must've been peeking through the clouds
Yearning to escape from his linen shroud
He speaks my name out aloud
Would i got to hear it when i'm in the crowd?
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