Sitting neath a willow tree

I looked upon the place i'd set

waiting with my finest china

for the guest i'd called to tea

then there came a building rumble moving twords the
place I had set

immense was all that came to mind for he would shirley never fit
Itried to hand him a cup of earl

but fingers like bricks weren't meant for that

I tried to help him with his saucer but hands like boulders weren't made for this

and now I sit a lonely boy

waiting for my guest to leave

all I have is broken china

only this and shattered dreams
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