The magpie flies to the top of the statue
The bubble gum bubble burst back in her face
The mermaid and the dress maker hold hands
The moving castle is made from violins and powered by wind organs
The leaves pile up in one corner of the house
When spring comes we watch the petals fall
They wait for the train and the newspaper falls off the bench
The pencil shavings have silver linings
Apples move across the scene
Thatch thatch thatching
And it hits you right in you chest
We trip trip tip toe
It is less primary colours and something like an egg at home