I point to the west in a northerly direction, happily saying with fond
affection, "see over there, that little brown house, on the horizon the size of a mouse,
its my abode, filled with my knick knacks, books, dogs, and my beloved teapots,
feel free to drop by, bring poppet we,ll have flapjacks.

down below i spot by the castle a familiar figure talking to the lasses,
i shout " yoohoo, up here, can you see us"? but no reply cos he,s off like
the clappers.

I think my eyes are out to decieve me, i say nothing to tigger
he wouldnt believe me, but whispered words float up to meet us
"you look a right clip
up there, stood standing like the queen of egypt, and mr tigger, youre no better,
stood at the helm, lord of all you survey, just like a modern day captain pugwash.