Not scared of a dare
In the middle of the garden
draped with flowered apparel
looking unused and abandoned
stands an empty wheelbarrel
Upon its old broken handle
sits a little grey sparrow
singing out his melody
with such sadness and sorrow
It was a heartbreaking tune
like the miss of cupids arrow
and at the same time as lovely
as winning a dare made by Carol
This took a few hours
from the day before tomorrow
but now that its complete
I'll go back to my sombrero
Calling this a real song
a close call oh so narrow
but it sure was a challenge
so how'd I do Miss Carol...
