River flowing
Never slowing
Always swiftly
Simply going
Take me with you
Help me be you
Always free
And always true
River flowing
Never slowing
Always swiftly
Simply going
I want to see
I want to be
I want to learn
I want the key
River flowing
Never slowing
Always swiftly
Simply going
Take me here
Leave from near
Confining space
Make nature dear
River flowing
Never slowing
Always swiftly
Simply going
Before I die
I want to fly
I want forever
To be mine
River flowing
Never slowing
Always swiftly
Simply going
I'm getting older
My life's good holder
Is now fading
A forgotten soldier
River flowing
Never slowing
Always swiftly
Simply going
Will I make it?
Will death take it?
Will I miss the chance
And forsake it?
River flowing
Never slowing
Always swiftly
Simply going
I will someday
If not this day
Fly like river
'Til my last day
River flowing
Never slowing
Always swiftly
Simply going
This is my life
I'll not use knife
Until I've caused
A pool of my strife
River flowing
Never slowing
Always swiftly
Simply going
I am stronger
The day is longer
That I am free
Like the river
I am now free
Like my river
I will become
My own river
River is my soul
Otters are swimers
that's a face,
they're also griners
that's also a fact!
otters love water,
that's why water and otter
rhyme!
"good ole wa'er", says an otter.
'Cuz otters love water,
and water loves otters!
If you're an otter's friend,
you're his mate
right to the very end
it's a pretty obvoiuse fare!
Faithful and true,
that's what otters are!
You'll never be blue,
with an otter near or far!
There once was an otter named Brodder,
He had a mischevious daughter.
She'd jump and scream,
And eat meadowcream,
And cook odd things for her father.
Ottery Brodder would go for walks,
And find for himself loads of big rocks.
He'd bring them home,
In a basket of stone.
And he and his daughter would talk.
Brodder's daughter would look at the stones,
Then she would stash them throughout the home.
She'd go outside,
Where she would hide,
Her father's rocks alone.
Brodder would look, and look for his prizes,
The rocks, they seemed to avoid his eyeses.
With a cough and a sigh,
He'd say "A goodbye,
I go back to where the rocks lie!"
Notan' 'otter for an otter,
Hotroot soup!
It burns yore tail an' kills yore
mouth, but not to and otter!
Notan' 'otter for an otter,
Hotroot soup!
It kills yore tail an' burns yore
mouth, 'slong as you're no
otter!
Notan' 'otter for an otter, good
ole' Hotroot soup!
Hotroot soup!
It thaws a river in mid-winter,
Hotroot soup! Hares run an'
scream, moles hid away, but
not a otter!
Notan' 'otter for an otter, good
ole' wonnerful Hotrooot
Sooooooooooup!
It's done between us,
You touched a place in my heart,
But all the love's done.
I wish she were here,
I need someone to love me,
But she's far away.
Why is the grass green?
Why is the sky blue?
Science explains this,
But how do we know it�s true?
Why do spiders have eight legs?
Why won�t it GO AWAY!
Why am I afraid of things smaller than me?
Why does it work that way?
Why am I an otter?
Why aren�t I a cat?
I chose it and I�ll always be�
I�ll never question that!
The times are changing,
What I loved I must let go,
I'm growing older.
Otters can swim,
Otters can eat
Bowl after bowl,
Of things spicy, not sweet.
The reason I write this
Is obvious, too.
I'm an excellent otter,
But how about you?
Otters are divers,
They protect the river
Perilous fighters,
Face death, never quiver.
Okay, so I'm going
A bit overboard,
Exaggerating,
But some are good with sword.
Javelin, sling,
And daggers are too,
Good weapons for otters
I think so, I do.
An otter can totter
On the brink of defeat,
But excepting the hare,
No eater can beat!
Jolly and fun-loving,
Grim when need be,
If you need a matey,
Call an otter like me!
So I tell you, good creature,
If you had to be,
A wet furry mammal,
They're the thing for me!
Water rats, shrews and voles,
Just don't compare,
When a vacancy opens,
Join our favorite lair!
Camp Willow, Holt Lutra,
Ruddarring, too...
Otter's the species for me,
How 'bout you?
If I sing will you hear me?
If I cry, will you care?
If I leave, will you miss me?
If I die, will you dispair?
I need to know I'm not unwanted,
Need to know that someone sees
I'm not just another person,
Floating back out with the breeze.
When I talk do you listen?
When I point do you turn?
When I make a great effort,
Do you think I can't learn?
I just want someone here
To see me as I really am
I can't do it all, you see
My brain was never meant to cram.
When I make a mistake,
Do accept is as life,
Or am I supposed to be perfect,
With no mental strife?
I'm tired of jeering,
Of the mental strain
To meet expectaions
No matter the pain.
If I said this, would you understand?
If I opened up, would I trust you?
If I asked you to help, would you lend me a hand?
If I needed advice, would you pull me from the blue?
I don't need another one,
Nagging for me to be
Better than
Humanly possible, see?
Just do me one favor,
Before I must go,
Spread the word, "She's not perfect"
So others will know.
So when I return,
Life will calm down at last,
I can go at a pace
That's not forced to be fast.
When old Bob McDill
Did sit on a hill
It collapsed from all the weight
And it broke down the house
So to squish a grey louse
And tore up the old garden Gate
Oh, how I do wish
That I were a slippery fish
Then I would not be concerned
When the tables were turned
And the Gate broke old Bob's Favorite Dish!
Well, then Bob did strike back
With the mare's old brown tack
And he bound the gate to the ditch wall
When the gate tried to move
In the ditch it made a groove
And from that it began to fall
Oh, how it did cry
As tears ran down its 3rd eye
"If I live through this scrape,
I will never miss to escape,
And I'll kiss this old farm goodbye!"
So to end this tale,
Don't get drunk on old ale
Or you might end up like Old Bob
For now you do see,
He'll go down in history
For the garden was now open to a mob
Oh, how it did sting
Because his gate was the only thing
That kept out pests and theives
That came in with the leaves
To steal all the crops and sing! ((This song, of course!))