| 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 |