That wind is whistlin' through the cracks.
The letterbox's banging,
'Rattatatat' ..
When it happens late at night
l sometimes feel a little fright.
To look outside an' see the leaves,
All stripped off from the hugest trees.
The bins fall over, strewn around.
Pensioners just can't be found.
And so, the funniest thing to see,
that tiny birds are flying free.
They must be trooly acrobats.
To get from A to B, and back ..