Walters Trip - The Frank and Walters

I saw a yellow bird perched on a tree

Eyes of wet diesel for him to see

He sat there on is daily routine

I drank tea in my local canteen

Strolled along down the narrowing road

There was bus stops and large purple toads

White pianos advanced from the hill

While a llama chased a guy called Bill

I saw a giraffe as high as my knee

He was making shapes of letter Z

It rained blue sponges for half an hour

While the boys they played chess in the tower

Aha aha aha jay ri re re rumble

Aha aha scri ve he likes apple crumble

Bill bought a pony

It cost lots of money