grey clouds in manchester aren't uncommon
in fact, i'd say, they're way too common[!],
the normal skies are grey, off-white,
that put a stopper on all things bright

but, hey, we've got imagination
i'll open me bumbershoot and give visitation
to the lands beyond and skies on high
as Mary Poppins, high in the sky.

i'll roll out my carpet and sail away
to the sun-blest fields of corn and hay,
with a sprinkle of fantasy, the world's your oyster,
so don't let yourself be confined to your cloister.