Some are opened up, others are not so,
With its small legs, running through the forest
Its nose comes out from the body I thought
Its natural care like a nice florist.
The desire to be all alone, and well,
Being itself creates all of my joy
Its cute little face makes me ring my bell
For the child of nature won’t annoy.
We all need them, these cute bundles of love
Their small, round faces will make you see clear,
they are extremely peaceful, like a dove.
But I can’t, it will only be a year...
The children will play with it till it’s gone
I can’t trust even myself with this swan.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
Some are opened up, others are not so,
With its small legs, running through the forest
Its nose comes out from the body I thought
Its natural care like a nice florist.
The desire to be all alone, and well,
Being itself creates all of my joy
Its cute little face makes me ring my bell
For the child of nature won’t annoy.
We all need them, these cute bundles of love
Their small, round faces will make you see clear,
they are extremely peaceful, like a dove.
But I can’t, it will only be a year...
The children will play with it till it’s gone
I can’t trust even myself with this swan.