Tono: C
Introducción:
E
I hear them squeal
I see them preen
E
Grab hold of the morning
Head out to the porch
E
I fear for my safety
You can see it in my eyes
E
In an hour or two
We will rise
E
Then a sharp breeze kicks up
I hug myself hard
E
Sun's all prickly
On my neck
E
Hands grasping and groping
Seizing opportunity
E
Right where it lies
The sky will fall