SOUNDS LIKE PARADISE tell me that story again, the one that puts my mind to ease,Come on dad, tell the story, please,The one with the tall oak tree, That grows next to the stream,You know the one I’m talking about,The one that sounds like a dream, I’m going there someday, It sounds like paradise, Just you and me, Wouldn’t that be nice,The first thing I plan to do, Is smell the clean fresh air, Then run through the fields,Without a single care,I’ll Roll around in the mud, Chase a rabbit into a hole,Get a drink from the stream,Because I don’t need a bowl,I’ll grab a big stick,And come lay across your knee, You’ll pet my head, As we rest under the tall tree,Then we watch the butterfly’s,Flutter in the sky,One lands on my face, Leaving me confused why,I let out a bark or two, And it flys away,Everything’s so beautiful, I wish we could stay,Before I close my eyes,And drift off to sleep,you made me a promise,A promise you have to keep,tell me that story again, the one that puts my mind to ease,Come on dad, tell the story, please.LARRY BRACEY