PRETTY ME PRETTY YOU

Wisteria, Baton Rouge LA 3/2007 from Baton Rouge Blues

copyright Wm. Greiner

Pretty flew away today.
She flew away I say.
Pretty flew away.

She was our only bird,
Yes , she was a bird
And she is gone today.

Pretty, pretty where are you?
We are lonely, lonely for you!
You flew , flew , flew.
Gone are you.

You were pretty too!