Chimney pots, a storm is brewing, the thunder is rumbling
Chimney pots, the wind is building, the rain is dropping, the puddles are growing, the children are stomping
Chimney pots, lightning is sparking, the hail is drumming, the soup is cooling, mummy is calling
Chimney pots the snow is falling, the kids are sliding, the dog is chasing, the magic is coming
Chimney pots, the sun is shining, the rainbow is glistening, gumboots are drying, the parents are smiling
Chimney pots in all kinds of weather, the celestial sky is shining
Chimney pots that is what I will dream of, the snow, the sky and stormy nights
Chimney pots over Paris, goodnight!
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Chimney Pots
PoetryOverlooking the rooftops of Paris, I felt like I was home. The chimney pots and the storms and the hot buns and croissants comforted me.
