When you go out for a picnic, you expect a pleasant day
But a freakish beast awaits you with a toll you have to pay
He’s only got one question, and he’s not afraid to ask it
He’ll look up with a goofy grin and say “what’s in that basket?”
If you packed a box of goodies, best be sure that you are able
To share a proper portion when you sit down at his table
Someday when I’m grown
I’ll take to the skies
Where the air is pure and the eagle flies
My heart will soar
My dreams take flight
Then I’ll swoop down and fry everything in sight
Oh, my human gives me the blues, he makes me wail and moan
I said my human gives me the blues, he makes me wail and moan
Strums all day on his six-string, puts me on microphone
So I got me a different human, keeps a guitar in his lap
Oh yes, I got me a different human, keeps a guitar in his lap
But I still sing the blues, yeah, each time he point and snap
Soulfully submitted by Allein.
When this pup curls up to sleep
And drifts away in dreams so deep
She casts away her cares and fears
And soon a blissful heart appears
