The forest full of shadows.

Where’s the hares come to play.

As a scarecrow plays its paddle guitarlele that tells tales from the past.

As the children run and play with laughter and fun.

The Croon is left abandon into chaos as it cries for its mother.

Though that doesn’t bring their mother back it cries and cries all over again.

The Croon wishes to helped their mother.

It’s sad I know but someday.

The Croon will do the same to make way for another.

The Croon saw the children they told the children but none of them believe them.

But except for one who hold a heart golden.

They manage them to take.

But…they have forgotten.

It was I who made them forget.