Forest

Walking in the forest Very dark and gloomy Looking for own personal florist Meadows of flowers we will see One for you And one for me You pick blue I pick green We see the flower master Very big and broad It was a disaster He was very awed “Put back the flowers you have chosen” The florist is a cannibal The florist will be closin’ He treats us like animals Leave the florist this very instant Leaving now we must Found out the masters name is Winston We left him in the dust We went home empty handed Back to home we go We left the master stranded We take our time and go real slow We reach the house at last Dinner is ready We can’t remember our past Eating very steady Broccoli and mashed potatoes That’s our dinner meal It’s not very good though It’s better than a seal