Special August, August’s Special
I hope I am a dear, that Alvin is here.
I want to live in no fear, that Autumn is here.
August’s special and it’s a special August.
Everything seems so surreal,
everything seems so near.
Alvin’s special and he’s so special.
Sometimes he’s with tear,
sometimes he’s all in cheer.
Autumn’s special and it’s a special Autumn.
My view may not be clear,
but at least it’s real.