What I need is good advice   Cooked on plates of ground meat   Rubber hands and silly friends   Pasted on my wall   Someone sold a sweet sea soup   That I could swim in proudly   We might swim like laughing ducks   In your pink light book There we go   Changing kin [again]   There you go again      My hands can make yours warm again   If not absorbed in blankets   Are you in need of teething   And nibble on your neck      If I had volcano boots   For swimming in volcanoes   Do you know the origins of laughing ducks?   What’s the matter with those birds?      There you go   Changing kin [again]   There we go again      What you need’s a happy farm   With happy goats and sheep   What I need’s a happy arm   To swing you ‘round like father