But a brown bird sang in the apple tree
A butterfly flitted across the field
And all the leaves were calling me.
The buttercups nodded their shining heads, greeting the bees who came to call
And I asked a lizard the time of day, as he sunned himself on the moss-grown wall.
The wind went sighing over the land, tossing the grasses to and fro
A rainbow held out its shining hand
So what could I do
But laugh, and go.