There's a pond in the field next door A murky pool of mystery Where this story does unfold To reveal it's tragedy Crusty crawdads in their caves Stir the mud of centuries Schools of silver minnows swish Iridescent jeweled fish Tadpoles and turtles twist and turn Deep in the mire and the muck Cloudy waters swirl and churn To see how long they can stretch their luck Lady Heron swoops so low Gliding swift and silently Sets her sights on the banks below Where she lands with graceful ease Not a ripple on the murky pond Not a shadow not a trace Not a single feather floats To give a way her hiding place All the fish in the little pond Don't do anything at all Intertwinin' and shimmerin' No idea of what's to come...