Saturday, September 21, 2019

Feel, Meal, Zeal


I’ve been down the Lower Cascades
Just me and Ma and her lady’s maid
And it was something surreal

Maybe it was the lack of shade
That caused all colour to fade
To a really pale shade of teal

Now you may think t’was just me
That thought that was a sight to see
But everyone chorused with zeal

That everything they could see
Weren’t quite blue and weren’t quite green
Even the food for our meal

So we tried to get out real quick
And that was quite a trick
‘Cause we had to work it out by feel

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