Well hullo angel

A gift and a smile

Well hello angel

As we walk a mile

And a twisted man

Leans on twisted sticks

With children's laughter

Hanging on swings

Well hello angel

And the skipping rope turns

Whilst little bodies twist

In caroused curves

Well hello angel

At the end of your tether

Well hello angel

Time for sleep

Well hello angel

Time to cry

That which is falling should also be pushed

That which is crawling should also be crushed