Bluebell Lights

How strange, the sky is falling
My darlings, don't be mad-
I knew; it was just simply galling
The way they looked past
At the Blue with no regret

The Green it seemed were stalling
To watch, to grasp their grubby minds
On the things they're sure to tell
I'm sure they'll find appalling
The pall of rancour that I spread

My dear beauties, come to me
Where's the Red? You clamour
Red's too refined for this;
Though you may endeavour
But this is so much better.

The noise enthralling- do you hear
The tolling of the bell? How it's calling
Through the cawing, the Red and
The Green and the Blue, oh do you hear
The tolling of the bell?