Are you upside down or inside out?
Wrong way round or back the front?
Stairing into space or just keeping your chin up?
For staring at the staring stairs,
The balistrate looks tough.
Felt the Felt Filter,
Sinked into a sinking sink,
This language is so interesting,
I think I’m turning pink.
The ones and the twoes,
who has buttoned shoes?
The three’s and the fours,
who’s opening doors?
The five and the six,
no-ones picking up sticks.
The seven and the eight,
of this there is no debate.
The nines and the tens,
This is where were zens.
The elevens and the twelves,
hope it doesn’t hails.