Here's one
Here's two
Here's three
Here's four
Here's five
Here's six
Here's seven
Ten!
Grabbing on a right arm, pulling, pulling
Stabbing the soil on the top of my pots
Putting together the pointers and middles
A wonderful arrangment of my flowers
In the boundaries of my garden
Hands sprout out so beautifully
But they are not the same type, I'm right, for sure
Fear Garden!
Fear Garden!
Fear Garden!
Fear Garden!
Fear Garden!
Fear Garden!
Fear Garden!
So don't run away
I cannot say anything about my secret garden
I cannot tell anyone about my secret garden
Aaaa
Aaaa
Aaaa
Aaaa
Aaaa
Hands with five fingers are the best
Though sometimes I only get four fingers
You have eyes, so you can see what I'm telling you, it's ture
Only lies, only lies, there are only lies here
Only lies, only lies, there are only lies here
Only lies, only lies, there are only lies here
Only lies, only lies, there are only lies
... maybe