Lemons Are Sweeter in Sweden

They say that the grass is always greener
On the other side of the fence
I say, "In Sweden, the lemons are always sweeter!"
And in Sweden, lemonade, is better hence

At last, I find a flower
So strong, it reaches to the sun!
It stands beautifully, like a tower
But then I heard a sound, and I had to run.

And so the task was done.
I escaped the beast,
and so set does the sun.
I hope not to let it have it's feast.

Fraught with danger, this beautiful world is,
I run from sound, and also from sight.
To escape death's gentle kiss.
Indeed, this strange world is filled with fright.

When the sun sets here, there is no light.
When it rises, it all shines bright.
It feels monotonous. Monochrome.
Black and white.

This world is heaven.
But also hell.
For what does a Swedish Lemon do
When trapped in a padded cell?

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Credited to AlixeTiir

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