>>42553235There will be another time, little bug
When the river wends your way
And fair winds hoist your wings for you
And guide you to greater heights
And all who look upon the clouds
Will see you there, proud and true
But the riverbed has runneth dry
And the wind only carries frost
The dark grey skies of winter churn
And the gloom weighs upon our necks
There will be another time for you, little bug
But for now we say our goodbyes.
