Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
I’ve been to London to look at the Queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
How often we got ourselves too busy/caught up with every little details in and of our lives that we’ve lost sight/forgotten/side lined/overlooked the most important part of it…
haih, having writers block… not sure if anyone understands…
