got poor, but a few got richer.
And his beating heart would burst.
The dashing driver, gray-haired time
We should not be driven mad and crazy
Will stare at me and say,
Turning they fly into my mind,
And scorning laziness and languor,
I wish I could take your place and I be crazy
An' I use no knife or pistol an' I never take no harm,
I must be crazy; I learn from the daisy.
got poor, but a few got richer.
And his beating heart would burst.
The dashing driver, gray-haired time
We should not be driven mad and crazy
Will stare at me and say,
Turning they fly into my mind,
And scorning laziness and languor,
I wish I could take your place and I be crazy
An' I use no knife or pistol an' I never take no harm,
I must be crazy; I learn from the daisy.