Life is good. The air is fresh. I stride along with glee.
I march along with a whistle and a song,
Come, won't you march with me?
I glow with life. I look so fit. I see you envy me,
As you sit right there in your old armchair,
I'm LOVING it! Can't you see?!
I love my life. I have my health. I march both near and far.
I carry my shopping in my old back-pack ...
BULLSHIT! I MISS MY CAR!!!!!!
