I love little baby ducks, old pick-up trucks, slow moving trains, and rain.
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams, Sunday school in May, and hay. I love leaves in the wind, pictures of my friends, birds of the world, old TV shows, and snow. I love honest open smiles, kisses from a child,
tomatoes on a vine, and onions. I love winners when they cry, losers when they try, music when its good, and life.
I don't necessarily love all these things, but I love a lot of them, and they are the lyrics of a song that is crazy unique. I can't say that I love the song either, actually. In fact, I don't like listening to the song because it's way weird. But it sure seemed appropriate to adequately introduce me and the things I love, or like, or at least things I am willing to tolerate.