Cooper Smithson - The Interview

I asked spring if she was ready for summer to arrive
She folded her arms and closed her eyes
I inquired how fun she thought summer was to be
She said, I just hope she plays with me

Out goes the young, in comes the old
Out goes the old, in comes the new

I asked summer how she felt about autumn
She said, why would I even care if she comes?
She doesn't understand how I think or who I am
And I highly doubt she ever can

Out goes the young, in comes the old
Out goes the old, in comes the new

I asked autumn how she felt about winter's approach
She said, I do all I can, you know
She drives me wild sometimes, but I love her, she's fine
And I know it's hard to change her mind

Out goes the young, in comes the old
Out goes the old, in comes the new

I asked winter how she felt about spring taking her place
She simply massaged her wrinkled face
She told me, there are days where you think it all has changed
Then you realize it's always been that way

Out goes the young, in comes the old
Out goes the old, in comes the new

Written by:
Cooper Smithson

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