When it gets so cold that the lake turns to glass Oh where do the ducks go? Is all I ask And what do the fish do? Are they frozen in? And when it gets so dark that the ants cannot see Oh how will they find their way to their homes underneath And where do the birds sleep? Where do they all go? Do they all have houses in the clouds? Oh I don’t know So I’ll go ask the wise owl Go ask him he might know all the answers To all of the things that I’ve wanted to know Like how does the grass grow? How to count up all my fingers and toes And how do I stop my mind going places I don’t want it to go? When the morning light melts the ice upon my windowpane I wonder how long it will take for the sunlight to evaporate it The flowers on the back fence If I watch them will they bloom? And when the day is fading and the trees are bathed in gold And the Sun goes to sleep behind the hill as I’ve been told If I listen closely will I hear its sighing breath? Will it rise again in the morning or will it just forget?