I gaze up at the sky and see imaginary menageries; across the blue, they slowly traipse, beasts of all sorts, sizes and shapes and birds and castles...
One little bird don’t fly away. Two little bird don’t fly away. Three little bird don’t fly away. Four little bird please will you stay? Five little...
1st Verse: Hello, little harlequin; your motley colours make me grin. On summer days you flutter past with wings like windows of stained glass. Bridge: Far too many clouds of grey
