O! Parker

Lonely old me; spent a day all on my own

Lonely little boy sat in solace on his throne

Lonely little acorn; a breeze won’t blow him down

Where’s the axe man when you need him

to cut away his ostracising frown

Lonely little acorn boy sat that way forever

up in a tree

on a throne of thorns

And no one knew what to make of him as he laughed

at the thunder and the rain

through each and every storm

Lonely acorn boy high up in the trees

Yeah, spent all day alone, and time passes slow

when you forget that you can speak

Sunday, May 22, 2011