Living Rooms

Proud viking stands guard

On crimson cover

Spartan stands tall

Feathers unruffled

Milky white midnight mouse

Pricks his ears to detect

As the cold grey elephant

Holds his trunk erect

Koala considers

From way down beneath

There's a shaggy dog sitting

With his tongue out of cheek

Goddess observing

The view at free will

As the courting clay couple

Dance below us still

It's an African warrior

With headdress handmade

Confused by the black bull

With knife between blade

Our Highland chieftain

Is kneeling to pray

There's a little bird chirping

Singing across the way

And yes it's a house

That holds a life

Beyond ours

And yes it's a spirit

That lives on

During the night

It's a living house

With living rooms

Living lives, in living rooms