All The Babies Are Born With Mothers

Hey hello....

 

Fly, fly away.

 

Those grey geese are going going gone.

 

I drank a beer and lost my cool and

Those geese just kept on...

 

I'm screaming, screaming my

Head off and

All the babies are born

With mothers.

 

The truth is contra-

Dicting and there's a

Door crash and

Mud holes and

A splash of water tears

Me from sleep and

You're standing above me

And I'm so

Awake...