I fell into a sea of grass and disappeared among the shady blades. Children all ran over me screaming "Tag! I'm the one!" He trips her as her sandals fall. She says: "Stop! I'm a girl whose fingernails are made of mother's pearl." Yellow buttercup, helicopters, orange buttercat chasing after the crazy bee mad about somebody, although. Me and my girlfriend don't wear no shoes. Her nose is painted pepper and sunlight. And she loves me. It's serious, as serious can be. She sings a song and I listen to what it says: "If you want a friend, feed any animal." Got so much space. I cut me a piece with some fine wine. It brings peace of mind in the summertime. And it rolled.