The gathering sprites Wandered over some dizzy heights And flew In a strange sky, of a curious hue Landing in a country park And for a lark Blew raspberries As they chuckled with glee Which seemingly Lifted them back to the trees Higher, and high They did fly Until they rested Upon the highest most twig Proceeded then, to do a jig And glancing downwards At the lowly ground They espied a beauty so profound On the wondrous earth below And so Flew back downwards For more of a lark Created some fantastical art In this wonderful, wonderful, beautiful park