wan pome

you ken smell that new dag on your block
you ken feel you want to "rest"
you ken taste on your tongue the dinner bowl of your dreems
you ken heer the dag you lave jangling her tags outside your window
you ken think you'd lake to play ball
you ken dreem of your papa giving you pets
you ken see the light of the day is heer agin
this wurld turns round and round
spinning magic and light to all beens
unfolding the sky over you at night