THE CRITTERS
 (Don Ciccone)


 Just a breeze will muss your hair
 But you smile away each little care
 And if the rain should make you blue
 You say tomorrow is anew
 Blue be your eyes, blonde your hair
 You realize beyond a care
 Life's in a hurry, but
 You've got no worry, you're
 So mystifyingly glad
 I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad

 And when the leaves begin to fall
 Answering old winter's call
 I feel my tears, they fall like rain
 Weeping forth the sad refrain
 Blue, dark, and dim it may seem
 You mark a grin, a moonbeam
 Brightens your smile, pray tell me
 How all the while you can be
 So mystifyingly glad
 I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad

 You say "take my hand and walk with me
 Wake this land and stop the sea
 Show me     love, unlock
 All doors
 I'm yours"

 Then the tide rolls up to shore
 I whisper low, "I love you more
 More than even you could know"
 Adore me do so I could show

 I'm so mystifyingly glad
 Not Mr. Dieingly Sad

 (Mr. Dieingly Sad) Mr. Dieingly Sad