I felt ... happy; I wanted to smile so I did! The rhythm, the images (especially the tree and the bug). A song... So simple, a child could have written it and sung it to other children. And they all would have laughed and added their own stanzas and laughed some more. Pity... we get old, we don't do that anymore. So, thank you for the reminder: when I grow up, I want to be a child.
Fatbutterfly
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