
From Claire, a pink-aired domain,
A fast Plymouth caused quite a strain.
No heads could be found,
On that colorful ground,
Where death is unknown to remain.
From Claire, a pink-aired domain,
A fast Plymouth caused quite a strain.
No heads could be found,
On that colorful ground,
Where death is unknown to remain.
A fellow named Bill at the keys,
Played tunes that would certainly please.
The crowd sang along,
To each familiar song,
And forgot all their worldly unease.