Ode to OSS
When he is gone
The warbler sings
The sun shines down
On all sweet things.
The flowers bloom
The grasses grow
The whispering pines
With sap doth flow.
The very earth reverberates
with subtle movements, doth create
an peaceful aura in the air
a sense of awe, and loving care
The anons sing and dance and leap
They laugh, they kiss, with joy - they weep!
With great glad tidings, they do reeeeeee
In grateful thanks, for they are free.
Ode to OSS
When he is gone
The warbler sings
The sun shines down
On all sweet things.
The flowers bloom
The grasses grow
The whispering pines
With sap doth flow.
The very earth reverberates
with subtle movements, doth create
an peaceful aura in the air
a sense of awe, and loving care
The anons sing and dance and leap
They laugh, they kiss, with joy - they weep!
With great glad tidings, they do reeeeeee
In grateful thanks, for they are free.
Ode to OSS
When he is gone
The warbler sings
The sun shines down
On all sweet things.
The flowers bloom
The grasses grow
The whispering pines
With sap doth flow.
The very earth reverberates
with subtle movements, doth create
an peaceful aura in the air
a sense of awe, and loving care
The anons sing and dance and leap
They laugh, they kiss, with joy - they weep!
With great glad tidings, they do reeeeeee
In grateful thanks, for they are free.