Indeed indeed it is growing very sultry br The indian feather pots are scrambling out of the room br The slow voice of the tobacconist is like a circle br Drawn on the floor in chalk and containing ants br And indeed there is a shoe upon the table br And indeed it is as regular as clockwork br Demonstrating the variability of the weather br Or denying the existence of manu altogether br For after all why should love resemble a cushion br Why should the stumbling-block float up towards the ceiling br And in our attic it is always said br That this is a sombre country the wettest place on earth br And then there is the problem of living to be considered br With its vast pink parachutes full of underdone mutton br Its tableaux of the archbishops dressed in their underwear br Have you ever paused to consider why grass is green br Yes greener at least it is said than the man in the moon br Which is why br br The linen of flat countries basks in the tropical sun br And the light of the stars is attracted by transparent flowers br And at last is forgotten by both man and beast br By helmet and capstan and mesmerised nun br For the bounds of my kingdom are truly unknown br And its factories work all night long br Producing the strongest canonical wastepaper-baskets br And ant-eaters' skiing-shoes br Which follow the glistening murders as far as the pond br And then light a magnificent bonfire of old rusty nails br And indeed they are paid by the state for their crimes br There is room for them all in the conjuror's musical-box br There is still enough room for even the hardest of faces br For faces are needed to stick on the emperor's walls br To roll down the stairs like a party of seafaring christians br Whose hearts are on fire in the snow.