Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Life Sure Goes By Quick; or, The Five Senses


Look at us look at us hey look at us
We’re bumbling along in a big orange bus
Look at us look at us look where we go
We go at full speed across hillscapes of snow
Look at us look at us look what we see
A rare polar bear and a Snickerpatch tree
Hear with us hear with us hear what we hear
The screeps and the scrapes of the bus shifting gear
Touch with us touch with us touch what we touch
These smooth wooden clogs that we bought from the Dutch
Taste with us taste with us taste what we taste
Eat all your peas so they don’t go to waste
Smell with us smell with us please take a whiff
The smell of a bus heading straight toward a cliff
Look at us look at us look at us fall
We’ll crash at the bottom, nice knowing you all