shiny high up in the sky
burns a sun that makes me want to run
through fields of grain with soft gentle rain

the grass is soft and seems to pull me aloft
nice breeze kissing my face, it's a wonderful place
giving me hope for a good life to cope

the insects run with me, we get along quite famously
hear the twittering of birds, slitting the seed in thirds
constantly happy in the fields of Careapy (couldn't think of a real rhyme lol)

this is my life, without any strife
I love it so very much, it's all lovely and such
won't you come and run with me, and that little bee