I hate veg. Don’t make me eat it.
I won’t give in till it’s stone cold.
I’ll give that smile: and then it’s hopeless.
You’ll never win an argument with a seven-year-old.

Catch me! Oh, you can’t. Shall I run slower?
Can I keep the change? Ar, go ‘ed, pleeease?
Can I stay out just ten more minutes?
Cos it’s not dark an’ I won’t sleep.
 
Alley, alley-in! No back-answers!
I know where you’ve all hid so where’s the fun in that?
I can see the grown-ups watching
Ready to open the door and shout
If I go anywhere near their garden.

It might be thick as pig-shit but it always brings it back.
Drool flying everywhere it wants another throw.
Eats cats for breakfast but sticks when there’s no cats.
My dog’s the bollocks.

For him that listens
Uncomplicated laughter
Lights the dullest day.

Looking down on a world below,
An angel harking
But no heavenly bells to ring his tune.
From so high
They didn’t even know that he was calling.
His silent wings
Were just a silhouette against the moon.

Innocence was bliss
In the days before his falling.
Uncorrupted by the wealth
And smiling hospitality.
To the dazzle he was drawn
It made him clean forget his calling.
Fixated by tempting lights
He chose reality.

You know I’ll catch you if I can:
I never learnt the fear of falling.
Perched as I am on the brink of madness,
Looking down into the depths
Of a cold, dark heart.

 (I’ll have to make a tune to this at some stage. It needs one.)