Bad Day On the Horizon
I was walking one day and tripped over a log
I guess my head was stuck in a fog
I felt an ouch and saw i skinned my knee
At that moment i really hated trees
Getting my balance i pulled myself up on that old branch
Than i noticed i ruined my good pants
Well now i was upset mad as can be
Yelling it now i hate stupid trees
Now that was a waste of breath i notice no ones around
Just me all messed up and a stupid old log on the ground
So i set out hobbling down the road
Just my luck it was a day that was cold
My butt hanging out blood on my knee
Yes i can say i hate stupid trees
Now i get home and to my surprise
When i was making a mess of myself my friends stopped by
Look what we brought you to sit on the corner of your lot
A piece of driftwood you say i think not
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