When we're ants on the poppies
And there's no song in the whirleygigs
The dragonflies surrender
And dish no more
For they are the only ones
Who know the score
When we're frogs on the lillies
And there's no babble to the brook
The dragonflies surender
And fall to the floor
For they are the only ones
Who know for sure
When we're mist on the prairie
And the sand has left the desert
The dragonflies surrender
And no longer soar
For they are the only ones
Who hear the roar
written 4-11-06
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