The garden green with yellow dots
Was full of blue Forget-me-nots
Shimmering in the early day
And way above the chimney pots

Kites were flying looping loops
And diving through the Golden Hoops
The sun began to give its heat
As birds flew by in tuneful groups

And now it’s coffee time for games
A chance to reinvent our names
With teasers puzzles laughter joy
To cast aside our worldly aims

A zebra and a brindled horse
Communicated using Morse
But when the wind was turning raw
They changed their ways to semaphore

But what’s the point the Zebra said
Will friends recall us when we’re dead
Or will they laugh and point a shoe
And criticise the things we do

Don’t get downhearted, please don’t brood
Don’t spoil our lovely solitude
These dots and dashes, flags and sticks
Are how we get our laughs and kicks

It could be worse for me and you
We could be wasting in a zoo
But we have got the hills and plains
To gallop freely without reins

And so they took themselves to bed
To think about the things they’d said
And banished all their equine blues
By never taking off their shoes