Rêves Canadiens

    -The lemontree-

    How I miss my days under the lemon tree,
    When age was young, and time was free.
    Twixt and under it's protective branches we played,
    Of wars, won and lost, or victories made.
    Oh, the beautiful Fruit of that tree so strong,
    So yellow they were, acidic and oblong.
    I remember that fatefull day, ago so long,
    When all moves were play, we could do no wrong.
    With such pride I did aim, and It's fruit let fly,
    And on target landed billy, right in the eye.
    Such spirit I felt on that morning of may.
    Crying Billy, Screaming he started to flay;
    Silly billy, It was the fruit of youth that hit you with years,
    Billy's silly, look how he cries acid tears.
    Oh, such a wail he made over that yellow bomb,
    The baby, see how he cries for his mom.
    His mother told us, that day we lost him an eye,
    So for It we looked and to find it we did try.
    Oh, what kings we were in that castle so grand,
    Stronger than all other children with their lands,
    When of the tree other boys said "we can beat it"
    At them we let fly, and we made them eat it.
    Our enemys we'd crush, our friends we'd greet,
    We were fair kings of the world, and the scourge of the street,
    But then came the day, left us flat on our backs,
    Ol' one eye billy came, with his mom, and an axe.
    Thwak Thwak Thwak, she cut down our tree,
    Crick, Thump, Boom, She chained all that was free,
    And thus ended our lemony days of youth,
    When they cut down our tree and replaced it with a Fire hydrant.

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