Copyright @ 2004 Brian D Roberts, Pen Name Is; Lark Douglas
More's The Pity That We Can't Fly; Like The Gilded Butterfly!
Far Above Us Currents Of Air; Warming Sweetly To The Sun!
We Can Run Through Meadows Of Green; Calling Sweetly To The Scene!
Four Leaf Clovers, Daisies, Paisleys; All About Us Swift, and Lazy!
Taking Time To Just Go Crazy; Upon The Mellow Meadow Racing!
So Kick Off Your Shoes, Enjoy The Day; Just Have Some Fun, And Run, and Play!
Make Merriment Of Sunlit Days; Before Their Glimpse Has Faded Grey!
Oh Yes, More's The Pity We Can't Fly; For Above This Earth We Would Gently Glide!