A Meadow Tragedy

Here’s a meadow full of sunshine

Ripe grasses lush and high;

There’s a reaper on the roadway,

And a lark hangs in the sky.

There’s a nest of love enclosing

Three little beaks that cry;

The reapers in the meadow

And a lark hangs in the sky.

Here’s a mead all full of summer,

And tragedy goes by

With a knife amongst the grasses,

And a song up in the sky.