While taking a stroll, up to the dole
On a seaside afternoon fair
I pace the space, with haste, not grace
And place a tune on the air
The notes I legato, with too much vibrato
Are spontaneous harmonies plucked
From an infinite array, of pitches to play
And a selection of tones, blown and sucked
‘Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet’
If I walk a straight line, the pitch cannot climb
My feet and the metre, may stagger or stray
But if I miss a beat, or we meet in the street
I’ve a bitch of a pitch, if you get in my way
Whatever the path, my tune shows the maths
Of the arcs I am taking, around people today
And this oral pursuit, lets the route, play the flute
In my spontaneous harmonic display
‘Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet’
It makes me feel like I’m happier…
Than other people…
‘Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet’
…Does whistling
‘Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet’
An extravagant ‘hello’, back to a sunny day
Whatever day it is today
The melody survives, until I arrive
And enter through the front door
Past privates, of the security guard
And my brain, it works no more
It’s a trick, to be thick, or pretend to be sick
To the big lady, who must be fed
A ‘Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet’
But quietly, in my head