04-04-2014, 11:03 AM
Yikes
The cedar glider sat out on the dock
covered in snow or baked in the sun,
sometimes just it and the wind would rock
without us they had their own fun.
Suddenly one day we heard a faint hum,
searched the dock as we followed the song.
At last we found where it was coming from:
my old glider, oh that was just wrong.
It had never played a tune before,
certainly no symphonies.
We spotted a hole, then several more,
it was filled with carpenter bees!
The trusty glider, now a hollow shell,
was sent to old furniture hell.
Tomorrow's another day
The cedar glider sat out on the dock
covered in snow or baked in the sun,
sometimes just it and the wind would rock
without us they had their own fun.
Suddenly one day we heard a faint hum,
searched the dock as we followed the song.
At last we found where it was coming from:
my old glider, oh that was just wrong.
It had never played a tune before,
certainly no symphonies.
We spotted a hole, then several more,
it was filled with carpenter bees!
The trusty glider, now a hollow shell,
was sent to old furniture hell.
Tomorrow's another day
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