These Eyes Are Berries lyrics
by mum
These berries are eyes, your eyes, my eyes
Birds turn their necks to stare at them, long for them
The neck is a fruit, your neck, my neck
To fruits turn their youth biting, scratching with feathers
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la