Oh what a racket what a row,
that blunders in and breaks my precious quiet.
Over field it storms to the hills brown
and tares asunder silence with its riot.
Oh what a monster what sound
to cover all the singing of the birds.
Such a noise we should not allowed
to breach the lovely silence of the world.
Oh what a horrid drawling grown
it rumbles through the earth and makes it quake.
How I wish this noise would let alone,
all I want is peace for goodness sake.