Sunday, 6 September 2015

GREEN FINCH IN YOUR GARDEN


Green finch in your garden,

sits on the branch.
He ignores the warden,
and he eats the crunch.

Dance in the rhytm of wind,
just brings you a blues.
The tone of it doesn't move him,
he won't take a ruse.

Green finch in your garden,
he sings a song to you.
So you give to him a pardon,
you've got a new view.
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