The Pond Where Stars Swim

This is the pond where frogs sing ballads and stars take their moonlit swim.

These are the rocks that ripple the pond where frogs sing ballads and stars take their moonlit swim.

These are the boys that throw the rocks that ripple the pond where frogs sing ballads and stars take their moonlit swim.

This is the road through the tall swaying pines where travelled the boys who throw the rocks that ripple the pond where frogs sing ballads and stars take their moonlit swim.

These are the barren fields that seem to go on forever before you get to the road through the tall swaying pines where travelled the boys who throw the rocks that ripple the pond where frogs sing ballads and stars take their moonlit swim.

When next those boys travel down that road, those fields will be green and then white and then brown again.

The fields will change, true enough, but the tall pines will sway yet, the frogs will sing on, the stars will swim 'round the moon each night, and wherever rocks and boys may meet, there will be throwing and ripples in the pond.