canapé-lit, Jules
It’s a lazy afternoonAnd the beetle bugs are zoomin’And the tulip trees are bloomin’And there’s not another human in viewBut us two.
It’s a lazy afternoonAnd the farmer leaves his reapin’In the meadow cows are sleepin’And the speckled trout stop leapin’ up streamAs we dream.
A fat pink cloud hangs over the hillUnfoldin’ like a roseIf you hold my hand and sit real still You can hear the grass as it grows.
It’s a hazy afternoonAnd I know a place that’s quiet, ‘cept for daisies running riot And there’s no one passing by it to seeCome spend this lazy afternoon with me
Lazy afternoon – Irene Kral