An apple a day keeps the doctor away
A peach a day makes the eyeball stray
A lovely pair makes them stop and stare
Let's go home, I'm getting bored
With looking at stuff I can't afford

o                                          
                          o                                                                ­                                          o
                                                               ­                                                                 ­  o
I'm a weeny fish                                                I could try blowing lots of bubbles
In a big blue scary sea                                      That would surely show'em
If I don't do something pretty soon                  Or maybe I should think a while
No-one's going to notice me                             And write a little poem

                          
                                ­    I'm a little flat fish
                                    A frightened little sole
                                    The sea is way too big for me
                                     I want to live in a bowl

Line up two by two
Nice and tidy, all of you
This is Noah's hay queue.

At this time of year winter's grip is left behind
In every corner little signs of Spring we find
Birds are pairing up, snowdrops brave the chill
Life in the earth begins to stir
And yes, I love you still.

First bump, tree stump
Second ding, one of those things
Third scrape, didn't concentrate
Whoops, bang, fourth prang
Better get a brain scan.

Into the peachy clouds
A strawberry sunset spreads some light
We track across the chili fields
And climb aboard the gravy night

A chocolate pond reflects a moon
Tall hedges show the way
A startled pheasant chucks alarm
A pigeon ***** and flies away

An unseen owl shrieks hello
Foxes cough their husky bark
The dapper badger stirs below
The night shift claims the dark

The ploughman works on through the night
Engine roaring, blazing lights
In his power-walking leviathan
Guided by the satellites

On we go, the village near
We'll find a welcome there
An inglenook, a glowing hearth
A pint of hoppy beer.

you ignore the good
     you just see bad
your glass is always empty
    it's in your head
  you're sad and mad

    nothing we can do
    nothing we can say
you make it hard for everyone
       you and me
  we wouldn't last a day