I’ve lost the arrows
That once pierced my thickened skin.
I was napping under
A big elm tree
As lazy bees buzzed about,
And I heard no thief
Sneak up along me, but brief.
I’ve lost the arrows
That once pierced my thickened skin.
I was napping under
A big elm tree
As lazy bees buzzed about,
And I heard no thief
Sneak up along me, but brief.