Friday, July 15, 2011

There are beavers



If you just stop to think, here's a lesson for you
What a beaver can convey





With a beaver you make someone happy or blue





With a beaver you make them sad or gay



So be careful what you say
And be careful how you smile

It's so easy for a beaver


To kill us, or make life worthwhile. . .





There are beavers, that make us happy
There are beavers, that make us blue




There are beavers, that steal away the teardrops
Like the Sunbeams steal away the dew





























There are beavers, that have a tender meaning
That the eyes of love alone can see




But the beaver, that fills my life with sunshine
Is the beaver that you gave to me!






Yes, the beaver, that fills my life with sunshine
Is the beaver that you gave to me!




Oops. . . didn't mean to click on that "beaver" site. . . heh-heh-heh (munchmunchmunch. . . watch out for that treeeeeeee. . . . . . !)




 


Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book
    It took me years to write, will you take a look