pancake and bean
pancake and bean
why oh why
do you cause so much mischief
you dumb cat
all i all i want
is for you to behave
is that too much to ask for?
you dumb cat
you dumb cat
pancake and bean
pancake and bean
da da da da da da dum
da da da da da da dum
pancake and bean
do you remember, love
when we were young
didn't have a care
for the world
the world was our oyster
everything was green
kisses beneath the
incandescent moonbeams
our hands would interlace
follow the rhythm of grace
do you remember, love
those were the days
when we were young
oh ooh oh ooh
when we were young
oh ooh oh ooh
young and stupid
and in love
many years past since
gone our separate ways
sometimes i sit
and reminiscence our days
and with every heartbreak
we grew wiser
we found new people
to love
when we were young
oh ooh oh ooh
when we were young
oh ooh oh ooh
like the seasons
things began to change
an
All my life I wanted to feel beautiful.
Mother always tells me I am, though now, I am wondering if she truly means it. You never once said I was beautiful, not even after I spent nearly an hour trying to put my sister's makeup on. Not that you'd notice.
You think the girls with the short skirts and best clothes, the ones who put the most makeup on are beautiful. The ones who'd do anything to get your attention. The ones who want to be your friends not because you're you, but because you're with them. Not me, your weirdo friend.
Only I am not beautiful; I am nothing like them. Nor will I ever
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I wonder: if you looked back, would you remember? After all, I was never rich, never beautiful, or popular. I was just Sophie, a simple-minded, quiet girl that, once-upon-a-time, you were best friends with. The girl that, believe-it-or-not, you almost had your first kiss with (almost).That girl you snuggled with during preschool naps, the one who played with you during recess even when I infected you with cooties.
I wonder if you forgot. Then I wonder if any of that ever happened at all; for those eight amazing years of life, I could've been in a trance, or under a spell, or maybe my mind is playing a really good trick on me
I never did forget the butterflies. We'd catch them in the garden, behind my yellow house. They were truly beautiful, flapping effortlessly, fluttering in unison. Blues, greens, even pinks—my eyes were blinded by the array of bright colors from the butterflies. We didn't have nets to catch them with, so we caught them with empty jam jars Mama lent me. We'd be lucky if we caught just one—that one special butterfly that never got away.
They'd fly, far, far away from us—and I'd think to myself, maybe the butterflies don't like us. Then, I knew why the butterflies were so willing, so desperate to fly away. They're free.
pancake
oh pancake
why did I eat you?
i know i had to
but then again,
you looked so good tonight
smothered in butter
covered in syrup
crispy golden brown
I know I should wait till morning
But too late now, anyways
I ate you
you're in my tummy
yes, you were oh so so yummy
pancakes!
oh pancakes
pancakes
I love the way you taste.