And the spies came out of the water... (Danke zu mein freund, Josiah)

As I walked in the woods, with my shoes off

I came across a sight I shall not see often.

And shall not forget at last

As the torrid rain fell in bursts

I noticed by the water, I am quite sure

A face from the past.

I’m sure his name was Mr. Jeremy Fisher

For I knew him by his figure.

And he sang a mellow song I knew.

With his lily-pad, and bag full of night crawlers

I should have missed him had he not been taller.

He sang “I jumped across for you, what a thing to do, cause you were all yellow.”

I know his story, but he does not know mine.

And I’m sure he’s just fine, content to float

Without a care in the world

Perhaps, If my story were more like his, I wouldn’t mind the rain
From clear skies, I would abstain

And care more for night crawlers than life’s sweet whirl

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."