Stuffed full and repeat with hay I relax for the balance of the summer,
Keeping one light lit to note others of my presence,
Otherwise, some may think I am abandoned,
Where nothing could be further from the truth.
I am merely ready to serve.
Stuffed full and repeat with hay I relax for the balance of the summer,
Keeping one light lit to note others of my presence,
Otherwise, some may think I am abandoned,
Where nothing could be further from the truth.
I am merely ready to serve.