Lazy Afternoon

It's a lazy afternoon

All the beetle bugs are zooming

And the tulip treas are blooming

And there's not another human in view

But us two

It's a lazy afternoon

And the farmer does his reaping

In the meadow cows are creeping

And the speckled trout are leaping up street

As they do

A fat pink cloud

Hangs over the hill un folding like a rose

You can take my hand and sit real still

You can hear the grass as it grows

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