Escape from the City
Honking cars and shaking fists.
I can't take much more of this.
I hear it clearly, get the gist,
"Hey A...h...!"
It is stressful and it's gritty.
Life here is not so pretty.
Scraping by in the city
is a hassle.
Ah, in the country, I'd feel the breeze...
A little bird flits down from the trees
He opens his beak as if to sneeze
and... "Hey A...h...!"
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