Madame Blossom's Book of Poems

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Moon River

Once upon a time, English songs used to be sweet and decent.
Now most of them are loud and/or vulgar.

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.

Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

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