I saw a bride splendid in white garments
I saw a woman with one hundred children 
The children plump and firm within her arms,

Forest could keep secrets
Forest could keep secrets

Spring is baby,
bright, fresh and new,
gurgling with the melting snow,
singing with the first cuckoo.

Thomas Farynor, Baker to the King,
Left his oven burning with the firewood nearby.
The embers muttered, the little flames took wing

Hello! thanks for calling
I'm just off on my bike
That's my room up there
Take a look if you like.