All day behind a log.
And then I was afraid of it,
Of something that was sleeping there.
I didn't even say his name,
But I came down the stair.
LITTLE BUSH
(A Song)
A little bush
At the picnic place,
A little bush could talk to me.
All day behind a log.
And then I was afraid of it,
Of something that was sleeping there.
I didn't even say his name,
But I came down the stair.
LITTLE BUSH
(A Song)
A little bush
At the picnic place,
A little bush could talk to me.