Whenever the little voices in my head tell me I can't do something, I sing this song.
Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter.
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade.
Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade.
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum.
And if I'm fanned out, your… Continue
Posted on May 23, 2009 at 2:26pm — 2 Comments