Lyrics

Walters Trip
I saw a yellow bird perched on a tree
Eyes of wet diesel for him to see
He sat there on his daily routine
I drank tea in our local canteen
Strolled along down the narrowing road
There was bus stops and
large purple toads
White pianos advanced from the hill
While a llama chased a guy called Bill

I saw a giraffe as high as my knee
He was making shapes of letter Z
It rained blue sponges for half an hour
While the boys they played
chess in the tower

Bill bought a pony
It cost lots of money