A plane flew over our house
It gleamed against the sky
Was it coming or going
I’ll never know not I
They probably didn’t see me
Those people on that plane
But I am in my garden
Waving up to them in vain
I like it in my garden
Although I’m quite alone
It whispers with birdsong
In such a lovely tone
I won’t say where my house is
It’s really not that far
Unless you’re in that aeroplane
And don’t know where you are
PTTODD APRIL 2005
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