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A Hobson's Choice

Sitting on a porch
Looking at a Pademelon
Talking 'bout Ian, talking to Pete about life and things
Sitting on a balcony
Watch the Pademelon
Looks like a rabbit to me
Peter said he’d had a lot of life
‘til now
Linda came in looking mean as a mouse
And then cracked a smile as we looked so alike
As we spoke about things and the life and plans
She gave me this leaf from a neighbor Ian
I’m going to give it to Ian, from Ian to Ian
He made a Hobson’s choice, as anyone would
Learning about the mountain top
How the sea came and at the crown of the hill
Long befor the great red cedars left the valley floor
High on the old volcano crest
The last of the red cedars stand alone
Where the tree callers called aloud at the pretty-pretty flowers below