I was quite happy in the meadow
Munching on that tender grass...

Good morning 105
No reply as usual! unless you count the low...

Little pig little pig let me come in
Not by the hair on my chiny chin chin...

I take this chore
I hate it...

I was born of a Scottish mum,
And a father who was Irish...

Lounging by the swimming pool,
My mind starts to get bored...

Not a trail to follow
Not anything to eat...

Once again I'm traveling
I know not where I'm going...

As I sit and write things down,
I sometimes wonder why I do...

Magic has a colour!
It is not a shade that you can't see...

I still feel the air above my head
I can touch the things that hide...

He looks down from his glass tower
And surveys his world below...