I thought that I must smile at you You know the way I used to do Like when we visited the local Zoo And saw the rare Orangatoo I thought that we may walk a while On woodland path in woodland style See the wild deer for a while Or stroke the local Badgerdile I thought that we may watch the birds As they fly by but how absurd You did not say a single word As the woodrabbit flew by unheard So now I sit and watch TV With remote controller on my knee And wish that you had seen with me The two headed dog that came to tea.

When blows the wind on hilltop high Birds do hide and insects die Mice hide in their in tunnels deep When blows the wind, and clouds do weep Then when the cold begins to bite Blanket snow in purest white Hides the hilltops plaintive cry When blows the wind on hilltop high Mornings break reveals a scene And sunlight brings a melting dream The finest sight is yours forever Oh the joy of seeing snow on heather