This is just some experimental stuff that pops out of my brain. I was sleeping and I awake to the poetic lyrics of Bibb Lettuce. I didn't know what it was, a children's story I thought but maybe a place for adults to venture off too as well.
Lyrics
"Bibb Lettuce," written, performed and recorded by Joe Vasaturo
A PIECE OF BIBB LETTUCE, ON A MOUNTAIN TOP
A FLOWING STREAM, AND A BUSY CITY BELOW
BIRDS ON BRANCHES, SINGING SWEET SONGS
TIRED OLD PORCUPINE, WODDLES BACK HOME
THE COOL CALM BREEZE, WHISPS THROUGH THE EVERGREEN TREES
SNOW GENTLY FALLING, IN A WINTRY PLACE
A TRAINS LIGHT, BOX CARS FILLED, TO THEIR MAXIMUM HEIGHT
SOUNDS OF CHILDREN SINGING, A CHURCH BELL, RINGING
A GLANCE THROUGH TIME, SOMEWHAT IN RHYME
A PIECE OF BIBB LETTUCE, SITS ON A MOUNTAIN TOP