It’s been eight weeks since I had a Pepsi.
Those weeks were hard for me.
I THINK I’ve cured my pop addiction.
I THINK I’m Pepsi Free!
It’s been eight weeks since I had a Pepsi.
Those weeks were hard for me.
I THINK I’ve cured my pop addiction.
I THINK I’m Pepsi Free!
It must be hard to be a King
and know the world’s a-twitter
to learn your fam’ly secrets hid
beneath the pomp and glitter.
It must be hard to be a Queen
and reign with majesty,
while knowing in her deepest heart
she’s a lot like you and me.
Ordinary people doing
ordinary things….
ordinary busy-ness
is mostly what life brings.
Every morning when I get up,
I have a thankful heart.
Yesterday has passed away.
I can make a fresh new start.
Girl Scout cookies just aren’t the same
when you pick them up out of a bin.
I like to see the bundled up kid with a box
and a friendly grin.
I hope this doesn’t signal the end
of another long tradition.
But I fear that lots of Girl Scout moms
are a-hopin’ and a-wishin’.
In Myanmar they shot a child who
fled toward her father’s arm.
There’ s something sad about a world
that wants to bring children harm.
Your candle’s burning brightly,
sending out its steady light–
sending out its steady message —
so you know the world’s all right.
Millions of Americans
have the vaccine.
Increasingly, we’re protected.
But the variant rages
at a pace that’s obscene.
Thousands are getting infected.
Ev’ry day I Think about Things,
but, I don’t reach a Firm Conclusion.
I think, and I ponder, and I scratch my head,
but it ends in Mixed Confusion.
The candle is burning,
clear, and true.
It’s shining its golden
light for you.