Napping Under the Haystack
The boy who resides over the sheep seems to have dozed off in the midst of the
changing times
Everything around him is traveling at a light year speed
And jet-lag has taken its toll on the one napping under the haystack
So I guess its up to someone else to blow the horn
But who?
It looks like everyone else was along for the ride with Little Boy Blue
Now the cows and sheep are out of place
Heading for the cliff at a fast pace
So lets all wake up before we lose all of our LIVESTOCK
And before our LIFE STOCK starts to decline
Find an alarm clock and set it for yesterday
And take some of the pressure off of Little Boy Blue
Copyright © Kenny Bowman | Year Posted 2006
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