Down in the Barrons, where the wild ones grow
The lily pads are green, and the cool water flows
And I think I’ll be the only one to go
Where the breeze blows lightly, and the golden moon glows
And heavy, hearty eyelids with a pink serenade
Rest in the peacefulness of a summer shade
And frogs start to bellow as the cricket’s chirping fades
Down by the water, where my cold body lays
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