Bj?k
She lives in this house over there,
Grapples the earth with her fingers
Has her world outside it.
And her mouth, she's five years old.
Keeps spiders in her pockets,
Threads worms on a string,
Collects fly-wings in a jar
She has one friend he lives next door,
Scrubs horse-flies and pinches them on a line.
They listen to the weather,
He knows how many freckles she's got,
She's painting huge books,
She scratches his beard.
It glided down the sky, she touched it.
And glues them together,
They saw a big raven,
Today is a birthday
They're smocking cigars,
He's got a chain of flowers,
And sows a bird in her knickers,
They lie in the bathtub,
They're smocking cigars,
A chain of flowers