Dancing Geese On Leaves Of Clay
Play Sunglasses On A Thursday
When Everyone Is Away.
They Never Take A Sock Down
To The Park Or From The Top Of A Fridge
And They Never Feed The Lichen That Sit And Fish From The Bridge
When The Need Arises And The Time For Clocks Is Done
These Geese That Used To Be Dancing
Keep Dancing To The Sound Of A Gun
With Not Webbed Feet And Claret
They Stay Still And Pray For Shame
These Geese Just Shall Keep Dancing
Until You Tell Them Just The Same
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