The ticking of the clock on the wall,
And the leaves doing a dance in the breeze,
Give me time to think and to ponder,
And to see things no-one else sees.
A terrific balloon in the sky,
Sailing endlessly on and away,
Tasting the sun and the dew of the clouds,
And back home at the end of the day.
A wily fox is loose in the henhouse,
Up to no good it seems as it must,
Watch out young fox for the farmer,
For his aim with a rifle is just.
An Albatross skimming the waves,
On wings as wide as a plane,
Searching the seas for a tasty morsel,
Then back to the cliffs again.
A worm underground in the dark,
Eating material left to decay,
Sometimes they can get to metres in length,
Leaving no time at all to just play.
A submarine under the seas,
Watching fish swimming casually by,
To the deep and beyond, past coral reef fronds,
And return for my chips and a pie.