This is a childish ditty but hey ho, I’ve never wanted to grow up and probably never will. So, this is my adults nursery rhyme inspired by those moments gazing longingly out of the window at work and dreaming of prancing off into the blue yonder… sing to any tune of your choice:

Why can’t I be a hippy and skip through fields of hay,

Then lie among the grasses soaking up the day.

Why can’t I live in hedgerows and nestle in the leaves,

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