It started pink
And overhead
Leaves and sky bled
It was thought time

After awhile
Hubbub approached
The carriage hue
Was schoolyard brick

The Wheeled-Wagon wore a wooden skin,
With grey smiling chrome and seats in its belly.
And this old fusty belly caught me unawares,
Bad thing up and stole my very favourite bits.

Next on the way
Came programmed tasks
Respectable
In grey units

With a worthy pat,
At last round gold
To tell the hour.
An exit chair.

The Wheeled-Wagon wore a wooden skin,
With grey smiling chrome and seats in its belly.
And this old fusty belly caught me unawares,
Bad thing up and stole my very favourite bits.


Lyrics submitted by SWRJones

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