Fortunate Day

Nothing special, just a thought from nowhere Like a bumble bee on a plant Looking down at a little ant His wings start to flutter The ant runs to his mother Looking back at the bee All that the ant can see Is the bumble be on the attack And the ant rolls over on his back He screeches and cries And away the bumblebee flies Rolling over onto his feet The ant smiles Because the bumblebee has been beat Like many people Running and hiding from the bold After a while This gets kind of old I use to do this To hide or run away Now I stand tall And bare what everyone has to say Copyright © Waynster ... [2004-03-02 06:44:19]