To see too many choices is too bad
Limit them before they drive you mad
To see too many choices is too bad
Limit them before they drive you mad
I miss the flock of geese by that
once flew by
Making sunlit patterns in
The sky
The river full of Ducks has been and gone
They made a narrow car park thereupon
Numerous cars and cabs block out the sun
No more breeding birds allowed
Their fun