My office’s the same,
And as it was yesterday,
It’s just me chnaging.
I’m painting pictures,
Telling tales, posing poems,
And laying down ink.
The stars shine brightly,
In the pitch black evening sky,
Orion stands strong.
Tell me, “Where’s yer bin?”
Come on mate, “Where’s yer dust bin?”
“Where’s yer wheely bin?”
