A Hobson's Choice - Clogs

Sitting on a porch

Looking at a Pademelon

Talking 'bout Ian, talking to Pete about life and things

Sitting on a balcony

Watch the Pademelon

Looks like a rabbit to me

Peter said he’d had a lot of life

‘til now

Linda came in looking mean as a mouse

And then cracked a smile as we looked so alike

As we spoke about things and the life and plans

She gave me this leaf from a neighbor Ian

I’m going to give it to Ian, from Ian to Ian

He made a Hobson’s choice, as anyone would

Learning about the mountain top

How the sea came and at the crown of the hill

Long befor the great red cedars left the valley floor

High on the old volcano crest

The last of the red cedars stand alone

Where the tree callers called aloud at the pretty-pretty flowers below