That poor little dry well
At the top of the hill...

My poor little heart
Fell off the wall...

These dark walls which I stare
Have no lights just a glare...

All you little white flowers
In dot to dot form...

It's time for bedy bye
You sleepy little eyes...

I stand at the roadside
My big mouth wide open...

Like a bowl full of cherries
Half moon in the sky...

Her telling leaves stand upright
Before those skies wave bye bye...

In the midst of my window
That's facing the Sun...

My mind is racing
A mile a minute...

Oh your Royal Heiness
Queen of the fields...

Marriage is like a dishwasher you only get out...