The weeds are growing, in the field of hay
It grows a lot faster, where the children will...

From the tip of your lips, I flew in the past
Baby I'm sprung and sprung it shall last...

Deep beyond the woods, is where the kids shall...
This child by his lonesome, shall always be a...

Your beauty is amazing, it fills me with joy
I thank God you're a girl, and not a Barbie Doll...