Crazy In The Head

The drinks are cool, the Sun is high

I lie peacefully on a bench nearby

Then a voice whispers, “Hello uh… hey;

Would you mind if I stay?”

I stare and stare; it’s a big, fat toad

Blushing on the sidewalk beside the road

And he sighs and sits

“It’s so hot; the work on my schedule doesn’t fit.”

Then he lied down on the bench,

As I got up, he let out a belch

“Don’t overwork yourself”, he said

I think I am crazy in the head