Eulogy
Gather round my friends
It is time to say farewell to the local wood-cutting man
He served us well and taught our children how to whistle
He made his living throwing billets in a barking drum
Here with us now are his loving wife and family
Who remember him as loyal and stubborn and doting
He loved to dance and eat his dinner at the table
And he could listen with the patience of an oxen
When a tree falls we may not be there to hear it
But in the silence we recall the man who cleared it
Bloom
I won't plant lilies for you
'Cause they'd poison my crops
But I'll plant sugar peas if you don't abandon me
Just peas in a pod
I read a letter from you
And neglected my tea
Now I've got bitter leaves and my throat is begging please
Stop drinking alone
Now that the peas have grown tall
And they don't reach the land of giants
Instead they grow apart
Each carrying a broken heart
And they bloom
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