A different kind of bad :-0 Forth into the forest straight away, All alone walked Harrywatha In the forests of the night And the birds sang round him, o'er him Up the ash tree, cross the ivy If music be the food of love play on He cried The animal I really dig, above all others is the pig The day the music died. With a twenty thousand pattering has the valley breeze begun Across this green and pleasant land. I want to hold your hand But how long can we look at each other, over the barrel of a gun? Sorry, someone had to do it.