If start of spring the buds endure a gloom
Through woven woodwork lozenges they peep
Above the bay rain clouds concur and loom
I stir a cup of coffee calm I keep
The changing clouds look like lost goats or sheep
Above the harbour harbingers of doom
They blend till lightning torch till thunder boom
Rain drops roll into colonnade they seep
I puff at steam to cool the coffee cup
Youve brought to me my modest little girl
You look lots like your mum you still unfurl
I know youll blossom out and balance up
The green volcano greener nil amiss
Your mum on balcony then blows us kiss
Chorus amiss off wrong
