Those tall tales of old ❤️

Coz I love listening to those tall tales, that are told from their happy memories you know

The ones that light up lots of little beady eyes, lost amidst those dancing dreams, that are all aglow

Oh and little bits get added on and on, to make those sensational stories grow

So I will go down to the playpark benches, where old faces have a natter

Where I shall sit very silently, just soaking up the chitter chatter

And when I laugh out aloud, passerby’s will think, I am as mad as a hatter