Idle I stroll through the civic square,
Spot a chic girl in the crowd.
She agrees, we go to Uno
sipping on creamy cappuccinos.
Now we stroll along on a footpath.
Cool sheep graze in the breeze.
Sheep’s eye fixed on our retinas –
Allures us to ramble the hills.
We didn’t dive naked into waters,
Or trek to the peak of the path.
But stop and sing a joyous song
That echoed throughout the hills.