Swing the city bird make
Puncturing the air, so bake
Up above the sky, who do
The city green will clean the loo
Spring will fade making summer to red
Birds will tall making the leaves to fall
Sweat will flush without blush
The crow will crawl with a rhyme so brawl
The red car flashed her mice so loud
At a road with the sun so bright
Fade will the sun go which will let the moon glow.
I sit on a building so tall
Where Miss Lullaby paints her life; that’s all
Far below I see a man
Smoke in one and his bright saucepan
The Story So Far 