UTOPIA

If clouds were hats,and the sky was a robe,and the sunshine was hair

and the wind tickled your toes,then the squrriels made friends

and the birds did too,then spring came before you knew

the robin,sparrow,bluejay and wren,would gather together

and all be friends before too long all the snow would melt

the trees and flowers all started to bloom

then we would all walk about humming a tune.