My paint brush is moistened with a little water
The bristles being no more than damp.
Ready to paint – the paper’s stuck down firmly
It’s the last night at the annual watercolour camp.
We’re in the woods among bluebells and stars.
The lark sings and very strange noisy insects
Come and join us to annoy us by the cars.
I am wearing my blue suede shoes
Among the little Forget-Me-Nots
Whilst painting with the moody blues.
Sapphires twinkle on posh fingers with easels
And out of the blue there shines a jade.
The leader arrives rather blue in the face
According to him the group has not paid.
The sky’s gone cobalt and it’s time to go home
Now the general feeling is we all have the blues
Trampling the heather in not so good weather
Thank goodness I have my blue suede shoes!