with feathers in your hair
go hold hands in
the city on a hill, a city
in a dale, pretty
on a river like a city
in a whale, theres a pod
in a pond and a rose
by a rail (a trainyard,
a whistle, save a penny
in a locket) a whale
on a nickel, a snail
on a rose by the old
closed school where (two three four, once every year)
there are pockets full of
petals for all the
birds in the air