Birds are singing in the trees

As we rise up on a beautiful morning

But I can't hear

That beautiful sound

Because I'm permanently yawning

What about the time of the fancy dress

When you came dressed as your mum

And there I was splendid in my penguin suit

So scared to show my bill

You must have been listening to your Carousel

Your Carousel, that Carousel

Remember the time

When I turned the house into a rocket ship

And you refused to come to Mars

You said