Hundred Acre Wood

Blue wing butterfly
With hairy legs - my oh my!
Fluttering through the neighborhood
One hundred acre of wood.

A hole in the fence by the maple tree
Cross the creek at the gravel bar
Up the hill picking blackberries
To the shack with the junker car.

The shotgun lady lives in there
Her temper is pretty sore
Rotten apples all over the yard
Throw one at her front door.

Run run fast as you can
She saw you throw, screen door slam
Dash downhill where the sawmill stood
One hundred acre of wood.

Amy would go there to watch the birds
Oriole warbler and jay
She was insie, I was outsie
Checked them every day.

I carved her name in a white birch tree
Never could say why
Her dad got transferred to Oregon
I cried when she said good-bye.

Wood thrush - musical song
Sounds like Amy, then it's gone
We never knew we had it so good
One hundred acre of wood.

Salamanders and green bullfrogs
Crawdaddies in the creek
Always watch for the mama skunk
See her 'bout once a week.

Neighbor boy, by the name of Matt
I thought he was kind of weird
Chased after ducks with a baseball bat
He's a shrink now and has a beard.

Luna moth, big as a bird
Sits on my ear - how absurd!
I'd go back if only I could
One hundred acre of wood.

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