Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
Stepping out from the wooden shed
Before me’s the garden (and then the house)
There's every shade, from deepest red...
No, it could never be the same-
And yet the cherry tree two doors down
Exploded in pink as if to drown...
