Tease me with teasel down Weasel way
my lover will comb my hair today
if he is rough the teasel will catch
I’ll show him the door and lift the latch
if he is gentle and teasels well
I’ll open my heart, my feelings tell
if he is foolish teasel will break
my love will forsake, my heart will ache
A frog is not a butterfly
but oh if I had wings
I’d squabble with the sparra’s
and do amazing things
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O’er the roof tops I would soar
the kids would all point at me
“a bird with a shiny green jacket”
you would hear them shout with glee
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Wind beneath, keeping me aloft
over dales and fields and streams
the earth below, my what a view!
hovering, me, fulfilling my dreams
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But diving from my lilypad
is the closest I will get
to that feeling of heady euphoria
so my dreams I had better forget
She were a good old soul her
they simply don’t come better
I was squatting right by her side
when an owl came and ate her
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She would be first to leap to your aid
shared her gnats with the needy
quite ironic that she should fall prey
to an owl who was just plain greedy
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There wasn’t time to say goodbye
no, not even a chance to kiss her
e’re fate swooped down from the sky
boy I am going to miss her
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She was the best old croak in town
for gossip there was none better
to think I was right there by her side
when an owl came and ate her.