it was easy
to turn our dreams
into reality
and then our wishes all
came true,
except for you

(because you were as thick as pigshit)
we could say that to a friend,
(friends to the end)

that's a bit of a childhood haunt
come back to haunt me

and we went up t'park
larked about
clambered up trees
to see
well,
to see what we could see,

On Saturday we'd nick a couple of bikes
from outside the prison for a lark
and up again to
Lord Williamson's park,

all in fun
when we were
the Summer and
also the Sun.