Lazy Afternoon

It's a lazy afternoon All the beetle bugs are zooming And the tulip treas are blooming and there's not another human in view but us two It's a lazy afternoon and the farmer does his reaping in the meadow cows are creeping and the speckled trout are leaping up street as they do. A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill un folding like a rose you can take my hand and sit real still you can hear the grass as it grows. repeat the "A"