there’s a story on my lips, it’s one I'd like to share.
they won’t tell it at school, most don't even care.
your teachers haven’t heard it, most adults don’t remember.
it’s a torch for a child to carry, care for like a grandmother.
whispers of the wild. Songs amongst the trees.
birds and foxes know it, so do badgers and the bees.
it’s as common as folk, i…