It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window

I’m in the dark. You leave me out of everything. How am I supposed to know anythin… I’m not. But you ask anyways.

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river