Like a bowl full of cherries
Half moon in the sky...

A heart and a bubble
Both are in trouble...

I am so a proper doggy
I know my language well...

When my short-lived Vacation is over
My precious time under the Sun is done...

All built up
For all to see...

Within every little heart
Lies that tender spot...

In the midst of my window
That's facing the Sun...

If I could stop the hands
Those tiny hands of time...

All that beats
Is not alive...

They dangle in the darkness
And illuminate in bright neon...

We're all just like caterpillars
Crawling through Life...

Ole lil butterfly
High in the sky...