The sky is large on large days and small on small days
the frogs are green on forest days and wet on rainy days
my boots are shiny on holidays and packed away on summer days
your love is true on real days and real on true days
my memories are lost on all days and forgotten on most days
the days are on the panties, mondays tuesdays wednesdays thursdays fridays
sun is not really a day you know
nor are frogs really going to live more than another hundred years
they are the first to go
and days of the week panties may be next.