Some days are bad and some days are good. Some days will shade and some days will fade. Though some days seems like parades, but won't always be masquerades. Fiddle faddle, widdle waddle, for some days there will be battles. Hippie high, hippie low, for some days will surely show. Bubble, bubble, I say for some days will be pockets of air which seems pretty fair. No matter the battles in seattles life will always be busy though life is like a city.
