The Puddle-No Kids

[00:00.82]Nowsince the well's not the only place to draw water [00:07.60]It's overflowing down the stairs and running across the street [00:14.12]Should I be surprised and it's puddling outside the iron graveyard gate [00:21.00]Is this all a mystery make for me [00:22.58]Enough to keep me going and happy [00:28.74]Past cemetary after cemetary [00:32.03]With my pockets full of saltwater taffy [00:35.72]A small gust billows the willows [00:39.11]The gate swings and I can't dance nor sing no more [00:42.81]A walk at twilight aside hedges and corridors [00:47.74]What's all this for I need a plaything [00:51.81]A season of wild adventuring [00:57.34]At cape cod wonderingjust where you go to [01:03.95]You're missing screend porches and cricket chirps [01:06.54]A violent crime at the house down the lane [01:10.48]I may dress like one of the Hardys but trust I am good for nothing [01:17.88]Except maybe a partner on a porch swing ooh ooh [01:33.61]