笨小笨Just Biding My Time歌词由Rick Moose&Richard Mousseau演唱，出自专辑《Before I Go》，下面是《Just Biding My Time》完整版歌词！
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Just Biding My Time
Copyright April 5, 2013
Moose Hide Publishing
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In the fall of eighteen and sixty-three
On the wind swept plains of the prairie
Father paced the porch lacking glee
While mother laboured to birth me
In the womb it was most comfortable
Warmth and plenty of food, acceptable
Tribulations of life somewhat negligible
Why mother pleaded undeliverable
I protested just biding my time
Cool morning air within the cabin is visual
Warmth under sheep skin blankets factual
Daily feeds of warm mother’s milk punctual
Required bottom-end maintenance contractual
Crawling walking talking diverted
Exploring the out of doors averted
Moring and afternoon naps inserted
Extended need to daydream asserted
I insisted just biding my time
At six years of age it was time for an education
A five mile walk to school required motivation
Snoozing at a fishing pond improved meditation
Absorbing mother nature’s learning a dedication
A strived to be a bump on a log growing moss
Work was dish soap requiring a need to toss
Why was I creating unconforming chaos
Mother’s ability to understand was a loss
I professed to just biding my time
Instead of busting a horse paint the creature
Rather than plough a field paint its feature
The world is a vision on canvas to capture
With a harmonic conversation to nurture
A young girl caught my eye a beauty to behold
To obtain her love the farm I would have sold
To approach and talk I abstained being bold
Brother asked why was I hesitantly cold
I proclaimed just biding my time
Brother caught the girl’s pretty green eye
I accepted the true fact that I did not try
Rather accepting a moment to contemplate the sky
An excuse acceptable is to state being somewhat shy
Seasons have come and gone in a history of time
At ninety and nine somewhat way past my prime
On several pleasant sunny days I have heard bells chime
A voice calling out from above why not make the climb
I quote just biding my time
