i took a walk to redhills road when i was just a boy...being with the butterflies alone...swimming in clouds and the grass it would cover ne whole...odd conversation with old men are making me grow
once i took my friends back home they travelled in a jar...theyre journey was an epic one...to me it wasnt far...a world full of secrets...the things that you find on the ground...shell smiley spiders...theyre bodies not making a sound
one day i went to redhills and the old man never came...a breakfast dream was empty...and no-one took the blame...thursday appeared and the world began to understand...the dogs they all went in for tea and then kirby was banned!!!