When you come across a bridge,
That will traverse a river or a stream...

Oh the things you may see at times,
with your two little innocent eyes...

Ring a Ring Of Roses
A pocket full of of posies...

If a Giraffeacoo was here and now,
How funny would it look...

One round to remind us of the friends we've lost.
We down another for the ones still here...

Kevin is a splendid chap you know
I've watched him my whole life...

Bring me forth the fire,
For it is something that I yearn...

So standing here feeling lost, once again I fade...
Everyone around me vanishes and I silently slip...

I feel somewhere I lost my passion,
That something inside was gone...

Without one single thought of self,
And for others I would not care...

Humility is for the weak!
To hide behind a cross for the pious...

We shall never meet again!
Though my heart doth protest and my brain does...