the duck will cluckthe chick will quackNoah will wear a plastic macNoah will build a plastic arkthe dogs will mew and the cats will barkbut sailing through the pouring darkhope will keep us dry
hope will sigh
after a year - she returnedand the kettle sangand the log fire burned,and all was exactly the same.
at last, oh at last, she was backand the crickets sangand the dear old shackglowed in the evening light.
At the Ceilidh, skipping gaily,Shedding stick and shawl,Young folk prancing, old folk dancing..Up toes all!
Reeling, wheeling, laughing, squealing..Dancers big and smallWhirling, swirling, curling, skirling,