a basket full of Worcester Pearmans at your feet.
You take the smallest one,
wipe it on your purple apron,
On that visit I learned that weather makes it perilous to explore the mountainous Tröllskagi region in winter.
If I offered my notation, birds seem to sing the names of composers (particularly Russian) – Straviiinski, Straviiinski, or Tchaíkovski, Tchaíkovski, Tchaí! Sometimes chirping Tippett, Tippett, Tippett then calling low and sweet Keeats, Keeats, Keeats.