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It’s not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold…
or something much more colourful like that.
It’s not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ord’nary things.
And people tend to pass you over ’cause you’re
not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
or stars in the sky.
But green’s the colour of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like an ocean, or important like a mountain,
or tall like a tree.
When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why?
Wonder, I am green and it’ll do fine, it’s beautiful!
And I think it’s what I want to be.
Pulled the 1954 MG TF out of the garage for coffee and cake in Lakes Entrance. Nothing like cruising through the summer holidays in a car that turns heads wherever we go.
It’s not lowered, it doesn’t have fins, it’s not a gas guzzlin’ yank tank – but it really is one sweet ride. Just a gorgeous MGB convertible out on a sunny Melbourne day.