The day is a good
Day, all the typewriters
Are on the railway lines
The computers are out
In the rain
The pens and papers
Are at the ants’ buffet
And the insideout red bag
Of a kestrel
Is flapping in the wind
The day is a good
Day, all the typewriters
Are on the railway lines
The computers are out
In the rain
The pens and papers
Are at the ants’ buffet
And the insideout red bag
Of a kestrel
Is flapping in the wind
