We'll watch the sunrise from our chair,
'What's that you say? I can't hear you! What?',
Going on about the things you don't have instead of what you've got,
As we sit between a tree and breathe; looking at the pinks and reds of the sky - what a treat!
I knew this was a good place for us to meet,
As you moan on about this and that -I'm so glad I can't hear you or I'd ask you to repeat,
Did you say something? Oh it was only a sneeze,
Brought to me between the trees upon a slight breeze,
Whilst you rummage in your pockets for hidden treats,
As we sit healthy and wholesome on the unsociable seats,
