The Spring Story

Grisha and Judy have gone to sleep Without us tomorrows will walk the same step The cliffs of Dover won’t get more steep We won’t weep more tears than we have wept The Chiltern hills won’t become more green The sky over the house won’t depict more blue Your roses won’t bloom more red than I’ve seen And forget-me-nots I’ll forget, so will you Judy and Grisha is just one more story This world has in plenty for a garden bin And every morning comes a garbage lorry To help this world with another spin What will become of us, is not ours In the sleeping time the earth feels like new Judy and Grisha grow in time of flowers In the early spring, like they used to do.