Henrietta

Oh Henrietta
Can we get better?

A sick dog

We love you when you're sleeping
And when you're kinda weeping
Where did your dog bury you?
We'll book a rest or two
and cry

They say you're kinda hanging on
oh oh but
They say you're light as feather

This is not the way it's going to be for ever

That thorn in oyur side is not always mine

The fire is burn the fire is burn the fire is burning

I had a dream all day
your head is better
And you just called to say
It's all in my letter.