Trudy Pushpin
Trudy Pushpin
Can you smell him?
He smells like mothballs.
Can you feel that net?
I was so young then.
He grew old and couldn't play with them.
And my brother would always give them away
To the man with the jungle in his backyard
And a train set in his garage.
You see, no one drove us then,
And his mother broke her hip three times.
Serves her right.
Her son killed monarchs,
And other things i liked to watch fly.
Trudy Pushpin
Trudy Pushpin
¿Puedes olerlo?
Huele a naftalina.
¿Puedes sentir esa red?
Yo era tan joven entonces.
Él envejeció y no pudo jugar con ellos.
Y mi hermano siempre los regalaba
Al hombre con la jungla en su patio trasero
Y un tren en su garaje.
Verás, nadie nos conducía entonces,
Y su madre se rompió la cadera tres veces.
Le sirve bien.
Su hijo mató monarcas,
Y otras cosas que me gustaba ver volar.