Black ink
Sometimes I think
I’m wading through black ink
Never knowing
What’s in front of me
Or where I’m going
The darkness is not showing
Which way I should go
So I’ll take the path
Of least resistance
The path I think I know
Or merely where the ink takes me
For my life to grow and grow!

J’aime l’arbre Dans la rue
I love the tree in the street
It’s a weeping willow
And it’s very sweet
It’s leaves are so green
It’s Branches hang
And what I mean
The willow sang
It’s a weeping willow!
j’aime l’arbre Dans la rue

That’s life
C’est la vie
And for me
Et pour moi
Life is life
Vie est vie
Life can be good
C’est bonne
Life can be great
C’est grande
j’aime vie!
I love life!
That’s me!

They got me up at five
I didn’t feel quite alive
The dog went out for a wee
The cat threw up on me
Then I made a cup of tea!
And now I’m very sleepy!
Back to bed for me!