In the heart of Lexington
After the poor old stop sign
And a swift left turn
Follow the signs and
Don’t forget to wave to the
Nice crossing guards
That withstand every lousy
Morning with smiles on their faces.
Upon your arrival
You are met with flowers
Blooming from every bush
And trees towering over all
Who walk under them.
Those who come should embrace
The nice hellos every morning, and
Cherish the janitor that remembered
Your name, while looking out for the
Squirrels that scurry by every morning
And the birds that follow in the evening.
Finally, you have to leave.
There is not much there to do
Except remember the place you grew up
And move on.