Just Saturday, with Grandaughter.,

 Crazy, crazy. 
 
 It never fails to amaze me, at peoples ideas about whats important, 
 or not as the case may be On one hand you have the banks, on the other
 you have the government. Together they both forget that....

 Special scented moments,
And there over in a flash
Our special life should not be run,
As a hundred metre dash
 What i mean is let's be glad,
For a life of special moments
So you can have a lot less strife,
And surely less opponents.

 I'm skipping over aeroplanes, and flying kangaroos
 In the big picture called life, and i don't want Toulouse
 Got a bottle of red wine, but lost my union blues
 Is anybody going to help me.
 
 I'm chasing after snails, keeping my escargo light
 Will only ever catch them, when they are out of sight
 While talking to an alien, you should listen to his plight
 Is anybody going to help me.

 Maybe when i close my eyes, I'll take a different view
 And perhaps some of these tails, could even end up true
 Then there's the outside chance, that i'll convince you
 Is anybody going to help me

 Don't know what went wrong. got myself lost
 I never was one for sums, did not understand the cost
 So when i ask for heat, i get ready for the frost
 Is anybody going to help me

 And now it's Saturday, a day we should relax
 And i can hear two fellows chat, their subject corpus tax
 So even on a day of rest, when wakened from their slumbers
 Instead of having a little fun, they like to crunch big numbers
 Is anybody going to help them ....