The light from her hair
It seems to me
Looks almost like
A sycamore tree
With ears and mouth
Made out of clay
No-one can hear
No-one can say
Why the world is round
Or people are thin
Where does it end?
Where does it begin?
Quotes and verse
Appear and go
When and where?
Fast and slow?
This is pure nonsense
I'm sure you agree
But I don't really mind
For I am Swee
