A Bird in Your Hand (Poem)

A bird in your hand is worth three in a tree
The burden of man is an imperial decree

Cast down upon the lowly
The tree withers with blight

The lowly see the tree as hope
But the avid see all as trite

One form of trite gives way to another
But the new form of trite leads all forms to blunder

Blunder across the land leaves no room trees
And a treeless isolation breeds new formed disease

Disease of the mind
Disease of the heart

Disease that will multiply
Til death do us part

The only real cure for this plague is the bird
The absence of trees means that life has deterred

Raindrops (Lyrics)

The rain has come
The storms are blowing

Hold on

Can’t wait to see the Sun
What a day

You can run, You can hide
Save face for the other side

Make way for the only way to save us from the storm

Hurry up light the match
Rain rain I hear you calling

Get ready
The time has come to wash our sins away

Oooooooooh
Free as a bird

Flee from The World

Raindrops keep on falling
Raindrops I hear you calling
Get ready to take me to the place where I belong

Gimme Some Sugar (Lyrics)

So sick from your pheromones
Here we go

Stung right from my heart
Where’s the antidote?

Blat Blat
My mind is all blasted out

Point me to the nearest
Way to the hospital

Stop stop
You make me so, Make me so

Gimme some sugar
Before you go, Fore you go

Stop stop
You make me so, Make me so

Gimme some sugar
Before you go, Fore you go