The man in the red coat,
He feels so lonely and grim.
So he plays a sweet melody to his field of plants,
upon his violin.
He then feels comforted when they sprout eyes, a nose, a mouth, and even hands.
The man swelled with pride,
knowing he had the best meadow in the land.
They keep him company,
In the setting Sunlight,
When he plays them awake,
He then plays them asleep,
and calls it a night.
