Translucent cups aid the scooping of seeds
An eccentric combination no doubt
All wide-eyed, who knows where this adventure leads?
Skipping jolly feet and maybe a shout

Rows rows rows of skill, tales tales tales defined
Alas pudgy fingers reach to colour
A tranquil setting for an absorbent mind
Oh please mummy tis’ only a dollar

Leave for lunch, to the pond the path does lead
In a bundle they gawk, your friends await
Speckles float as their pure milk bodies feed
Same time same place next Sunday it’s a date

Bonded with the scene of gushing fountains
My love, my home surrounded by mountains