She tries to tuck one's legs in,
to not touch the cold ground,
explains that while she likes the summer...
The swinging from her spoon wakes me up
I try to regain her words and waves,
while I see how...
She tries to remove the clouds
with a broad grin, it makes me smile.
She‘ll miss the sun with after-lunch words,
while I'm thinkin' I'll miss her freckles.
Trying to regain her words and waves,
while I see how...
...they're riding by her back.