Life, what a wonderful thing.
We live to love, and we live to hate.
The gift, which was given from above.
We live to lean on one another.
I am sad.
my family tries to help me.
but my sadness cannot clear up,
for it is a disease.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor i.
But we can feel the windy breeze.
As it hits between our knees.
Pecans, pecans, what a wonderful nut.
Even when you pick them your finger gets cut.
But happily, it's worth it in the end.
For you can pick them with your best friend.