Sitting in a lemon tree,
Tasting the tang of sour
Smooth bark very slippery
I had climbed for half an hour
A gentle breeze blows softly
As I spy the sun-baked sea
A lazy cloud floats o’er me
As I slowly fall asleep
Anthony Mark ’18
Sitting in a lemon tree,
Tasting the tang of sour
Smooth bark very slippery
I had climbed for half an hour
A gentle breeze blows softly
As I spy the sun-baked sea
A lazy cloud floats o’er me
As I slowly fall asleep
Anthony Mark ’18