(bjork) She lives in this house over there
Has her world outside it
Grapples with the earth
With her fingers and her mouth
She's five years old
Thread worms on a string
Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar
Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line
She's got one friend
He lives next door
They listen to the weather
He knows how many freckles she's got,
She scratches his beard
She's painting huge books
Glues them together
They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky
She touched it
Today is a birthday
They're sucking cigars
He got a chain of flowers
Sews a little bird
In her knickers
They're sucking cigars
Lie in the bathtub
Chain of flowers |