The Land of Little-Bit
We’re livin’ in the land of Little-Bit,
Where some of our clothes don’t always fit…
But they keep us warm
None the less.
Our kitchen pots aren’t always full.
In the winter, our house is sometimes cool
But we can grab a blanket…
Or at least its corner.
In our land, the sun doesn’t always shine
And we don’t always drink the finest wine
But sometimes we do…
On occasion.
Life’s just a matter of a little bit.
Why curse the darkness, if a candle’s lit?
Happiness is merely a point of view,
In the land of Little-Bit.
Stash