From the sky which is blue,
to the flower that is new.
From the leaf at the top,
to the red traffic light that says stop!
From the crow in the sky,
to the one that is learning to fly.
From the flag waving high,
to the scared sigh.
From the roof of the skyscraper,
to the used eraser.
From the monkey at the tree,
to the food which is free.
From the clips in your hair,
to the shoe laces you bear.
From the paint in the wall,
to the ant so small.
From the old haunted building,
to the fire burning.
From the noisy corridor,
to the neglected floor.
From the place where we met,
to the floor where we sat.
From the circus's clown,
to the chalk falling down.

Zilch gives me hope to be happy and gay.
No one wants me to stay.