Oh, To Be… By CpSingleton © 2014
Oh, to be a rowing boat floating on the blue.
Every day a different scene, every hour anew.
Birds in bushes whistling, skies without a cloud.
Fields content to grow their way, without an angry crowd.
Oh, to be a rowing boat, gliding down the stream.
Fishes waving friendly fins, life would be a dream.
The lady underneath the tree, singing to a flute,
The badger dancing paw to paw with the newborn newt.
Oh, to be a rowing boat, gliding t’ward the moon.
The stars, a map to happiness, guiding every loon.
The owl would stop by for a chat, to ask me for advice.
The pussycat would follow on, after dinner with the mice.
Oh, to be a rowing boat, a floating life of ease.
Just moor me at the barrier, I’m ill-equipped for seas.
Then turn me about and push…
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