A rather rude song. Learned this in college.

My wife plays flute and asked whether I could write a simple piece for it. This is the result. She hasn't learned it yet!

About no one in particular, just a figment of my imagination.

A CASKET AND A ROSE capo @ 2 Am There's nothing quite as slow to grow Than a cherry laurel tree A fingerling that grows beneath That old oak canopy Presented as a volunteer On that creek bank south of town One hundred yards from our…