See this piece:
The red one with the little spikes?
That goes here.
Now this piece:
The yellow one?
That goes there.
And this green one:
Slightly worn but still usable?
That'll span those two, see, like this.
Now this purple piece:
Have I misplaced it?
Oh well, never mind.
Use this one instead:
Golden like my passion.
A keystone for our love.
I'm an old dog
Who knows you're on your way
Not because he hears the car
Or because he smells your scent
I'm an old cat
Purring by the fire
Who knows any minute now
You'll open the gate
I'm an old lover
Who knows the brightness
That suddenly floods my eyes
Means you're back
It’s a load of rubbish
Lettuce is lettuce
Just caterpillar food
I mean it ain’t a rose is it?
Or a great big bouquet?
It’s just a bloody lettuce
