Riverstone

A foul mouth is snacking on

Ogling snitches from lemming burrows

And at last would a furrowed brow ruffle so gently?

And at last would a courage tap pour so swiftly?

And at last could a mouse hurry so swiftly?

Stomping on land, I am a hound

I am a class of my own

Stomping on land, I am a hound

I am a class of my own

Stomping on land, I am a hound

I am a class of my own

A riverstone of my own

A riverstone

A riverstone of my own

A riverstone

A riverstone of my own

A riverstone

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light

The sun, the sun, the sun hates light