Pineapple Crabapple

Pineapple, crabapple, sweet smellin' lime
Graham crackers, egg sauces, rhythm in time
Song bittersweet, a musical treat
I’m ridin' my bike singin' good things to eat
Look at the colors, six kinds of green
Blue, yellow flowers with orange in-between
Butterfly wings such delicate things
I’m ridin' along with my eyes wide open
And I’m singin' a song, singin' a song
I’m wheelin', I’m feelin', I’m happy and strong
Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
I smell a skunk cabbage walkin' on the bog walk
If I’m quiet enough I’ll even hear the frogs talk
La-la, la
La-la, la
Lyin' in a meadow with bluegrass and clover
Soft summer breezes cover me over
Weaving a bloom on harmony’s loom
Daffodils humming a hummingbird’s tune
Honeysuckle, milkweed, delightful temptation
Blackberries, chokecherries, nature’s creation
A fragrance so rare like little kids' hair
It’s here now, it’s there now, it’s everywhere
And I’m singin' a song, singin' a song
It’s real and I’m feelin' it’s fragile and strong
Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
Toes goin' squish-squash, slidin' through the wet moss
A ditch runnin' gurgle slush, I think I’ll try to jump across
La-la, la
Hair streaming windblown; legs wheeling round and round
Road racin' under me, my bike blends into the sounds
Of rhythm and time and seasons and rhyme
I’m riding along and I feel like singing
So I’ll sing you a song, sing you a song
I’m reelin', I’m feelin', I’m happy and strong
Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
Sing you a song, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
Wheelin' along, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
Sing you a song, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
Wheelin' along, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah