A boy filled with excitement,
Put his bag on the door,
Put his shoes in the pouch,
He puts his clothes under his bed,
He puts the noise of a lamb in the morning, and the growl of the quad bike on the table
The calmness and noise of the field he put there too.
On the table the boy put his thoughts and worries, the plans for the next couple of hours he put there.
The work that he did that day he put there too,
The faraway house, the whistle of the birds, he put there too.
He lovely the smell of lamb milk on the table.
The boy said that table is bomb proof, the boy kept pilling things on.