Deep in the meadow, under the willow

Oh my gosh. Where to start. First off, asked you to SING, not to recite a poem you wrote as a kid. THIS IS NO MEADOW! IT'S A VALLEY! GOSH! And under a willow. I'm gonna cry here. We're in the middle of nowhere.

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

OK, have you seen us, Katniss? We're on dead leaves. A soft BROWN pillow of cow crap and dirt. Sure.

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

Oh heck no! No WAY am I gonna lay down my head. I just got it all nice and neat (my hair) for the Hunger Games and now you're telling me to rub some manure in it. And I'm not tired.

And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Shut up. It's not night. The sun just rose.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away

Like I said before, WHERE IS THE MEADOW?! And we're in a clearing, not hidden! Although you should scram, I hear the Careers comin'…

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray

Oh, SURE. Now you're changing the song. I thought we were on grass. And a moonbeam, why didn't you change that? Midmorning, hello!

Forget your woes and let your troubles lay


And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

Oh good God, it's morning for the third time.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Actually, I see Clove aiming at you. And I'm rather cold here.

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Uh, how? How do daisies protect me? I stomp on them. Why would they protect me, and if they did, HOW?!

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

You're such an eternal optimist, Katniss. But I'm dying here, I'll have no tomorrow. Duh.

Here is the place where I love you.

Whoa, there! No bromance for us, OK? NO. Nuh-uh. No way, Jose.