Bernard

Your smile tells me prance, but a fear of being caught, by smart tongued chit chat, has all the bean counters, you show around the course, smoke and look around what others have lanced, watch me sing myself hoarse, what you might balance, where others have danced, you rake me worse, with your faded flowers, you hold my hand and ask, is life what we're taught, sip lemonade from a flask, forget the past, you know about horses, how to turn them out, won't you take a chance, forget these losers, come with me to France, they have lovely waters.