Thick fog
I can just see the walls
On the other side of the field
There's a wind blowing
And it's warmer than I thought
Four fat fieldfares
flee from the Rowan
Chuckling as I pass.
They make me laugh
I laugh like a loon
At the invisible moon
And if anyone saw me
They would think I was mad.

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