She lives in this house over there
Scrabbles in the earth with her fingers enter mouth
Threads worms on a string
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly-wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies and, and pinches them on a line
She has one friend, he lives next door
They listen into the weather
He knows how many freckles she's got
She's painting huge books
It glided down the sky, she touched it
He got a chain of flowers
And sows a bird in her knickers
They, they're smoking cigars