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William G. Lyon

Just A Cloud

I'm just a cloud, up there in the sky,
Much higher now, than most Birds fly.
Sometimes I'm Grey and sometimes I'm White,
And sometimes I'm Black as the Night.
When I'm Happy the Sun comes Beaming through,
But when I'm sad, I'll frown down on you.
If you look real close you may see a Chariot,
Or else a shovel of which you can Bury it.
You see when I'm sad the Rain comes out,
Like lots of tears, yes, round about.
But then I dry up, and just blow away,
You see a Cloud is never here to stay.