A paper plane
Dropped a paper clip
From blue ink jet sky
With paper mache clouds
Printing out rainbows
In black and white
And dropping ink rain droplets
Onto the blotting paper ground
Where a strawman walked
Wearing a straw hat
And he walked a straw dog
Who was getting rather fat
And he drank Pimms
From a plastic straw after that
In the garden of his straw bale house
When at the door a pig turn up
Carrying in his trotters a little paper cup
And he said can you spare me a drop of that
So the straw man invited the pig
Inside his straw house
Before the ink jet rain began to fall
From the sky printer clouds
Just then a paperwolf appeared on the front lawn
And said, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down
I'd like to see you try it said the straw man
These walls are four feet thick and you're not a bellows man
What you'd need is a good blaze
But even that is a push
Because the reeds are bound so tightly
That there really is no air gap
And the paper wolf howled
As he ran down the runway
Of the paper airport
To catch the paperplane
Out of the paper city
Where the wind blew through
The straw houses
And along the wooden streets
Where paper trees
Stood
Writing poetry to themselves
Written in their bark
And upon their fallen dead leaves
