Sunset
Sunsets are filled with laughter & beauty.
The music of summer plays until dawn.
Have fun for three months, what a duty.
Ms.. Burgeu, next door, is the definition of moody
Because she hates when anyone is on her lawn.
Sunsets are filled with laughter & beauty.
Each night we would eat the food that was so fruity
As we snuck in Mr. Burgeu's yard when her curtains were drawn.
Have fun for three months, what a duty.
On that lawn, my childhood memories never felt empty.
She always found evidence of us after we had gone.
Sunsets are filled with laughter & beauty.
Even though all our schemes were unbelieveably crafty,
After awhile, Ms. Burgeu just gave us a yawn.
Have fun for three months, what a duty.
On tonight's sunset, Ms. Burgeu has died at the age of ninety.
And we will come to miss that personality of a prawn.
Sunsets are filled with laughter & beauty.
Have fun for three months, what a duty.
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