Whispy flowers grow,
In the Grey Friars Gardens.
Catching passing eyes!

Fine and looking good,
They are secret, understood?
But please take a look.
As complex as simple is.
Whispy flowers grow,
In the Grey Friars Gardens.
Catching passing eyes!

Fine and looking good,
They are secret, understood?
But please take a look.
It’s Friday, yippee!!
The clouds are rolling in now.
Grey and filled with rain.
Forty two stories,
The Paddington Banana,
Gets a green-ish light!

What more can I say,
Music’s the language of love!Let me play along.