SOMETIMES PEOPLE CALL ME STUPID

YOU MIGHT EVEN CALL ME STUPID

BUT WHEN IT COMES TO PUSH AND SHOVE

I STILL BELIEVE IN PEACE AND LOVE

PEACE AND LOVE

PEACE AND LOVE

I STILL BELIEVE IN

PEACE AND LOVE

EVEN THOUGH THESE TIMES ARE TOUGH

AND ALL THOSE BASTARDS CUT UP ROUGH

AND SHIT RAINS DOWN FROM UP ABOVE

I STILL BELIEVE IN PEACE AND LOVE

PEACE AND LOVE

PEACE AND LOVE

I STILL BELIEVE IN

PEACE AND LOVE

IT MIGHT TAKE FIFTY THOUSAND YEARS

TO ABOLISH GREED AND FEARS

THAT MIGHT NOT EVEN BE ENOUGH

I STILL BELIEVE IN PEACE AND LOVE

PEACE AND LOVE

PEACE AND LOVE

I STILL BELIEVE IN

PEACE AND LOVE

From an ancient hippy dreamer……

THE HOBBY SWOOPS DOWN

FROM A CLEAR BLUE SKY

IN AWE I WATCH IT

TAKE A SWIFT UPON THE WING

IT’S FLYING SO FAST

I CAN HARDLY MAKE IT OUT

MEANWHILE OVER THE FENCE

I HEAR A BLACKBIRD SING

SPARROWS AND DUNNOCKS

ARE BUSY IN THE HEDGE

A MAGPIE TAPS THE GLASS

UP ON THE WINDOW LEDGE

OUTSIDE IN THE YARD

THE SEAGULLS AND THE CROWS

ARE PECKING PLASTIC BAGS

FOR ALL OUR OVER THROWS

I GET TO THINKING

ABOUT SOMETHING THAT AIN’T RIGHT

HOW COMES THE BUZZARD

IS DRIVEN OUT BY THE KITE?

BY THE DRY STONE WALL

HERE COMES JENNY WREN

COAL TITS AND FINCHES

ARE AT THE NUTS AGAIN

SWALLOWS AND MARTINS

ARE SCREECHING ROUND THE HOUSE

THIS TIME THE HOBBY

IS TEARING UP A MOUSE

Copyright: Harry Rogers, 28^th February 2011