I Sat Belonely by John Lennon I sat belonely down a tree, humbled fat and small, A little lady sang to me, I couldn’t see at all. I’m looking up and at the sky, to find such a wondrous voice, Puzzle, puzzle, wonder why, I hear but have no choice. “Speak up come forth you rattle me”, I potty menthol shout, “I know you hiddy by this tree”, but still she won’t come out. Such softly singing lulled me sleep, an hour or two … Continue reading →