Nettles
Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stenchA bare arithmeticLook for the boy who was hanging his head lowMore trophies and ideasTo follow their pretend
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his faceHe followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
I flew in some spiky whispers and he bought his own ropeAnd skipped against the rodeDid start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hopeDevices man are closedHe lost all his foot holes
And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his faceHe followed with obedience and fell in the nettles,Fell in the nettles,Fell in the nettles
He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the pathFailed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapseAnd clinging to the door frame he was trappedAfter a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his faceThere was nowhere to fleeJust had to tent in the nettles