By Roger and Donald Pleasence
I SPOKE TO HIM IN CHINA, THE TRAGOPAN SAID, I WANNA NIGGLE, BUT I THINK I'LL SOON BE DEAD. IF CHOP DOWN THE TREES I'LL HAVE NOWHERE TO HIDE, ALONG WILL COME A HUNTER AND TAKE ME BY SURPRISE.
LET'S A SONG FOR THE TRAGOPAN, THE WHO CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT EASE. DON'T LET THEM CHOP DOWN THE THAT HE'LL NEED, THE TRAGOPAN LIVE WITHOUT LEAVES.
LAST SEEN IN CHINA, THE SAID, HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF THEY TOOK AWAY BED, CLOSED UP GARAGE AND PULLED OUT THE PHONE, TOOK AWAY THE FREEZE AND LEFT YOU ALL ALONE?
LET'S A SONG FOR THE TRAGOPAN, THE PHEASANT WHO CAN'T WITHOUT EASE. DON'T LET THEM CHOP DOWN THE TREES THAT NEED, THE TRAGOPAN CAN'T LIVE LEAVES.
SING A SONG FOR THE TRAGOPAN, THE PHEASANT WHO LIVE WITHOUT EASE. LET THEM CHOP DOWN THE TREES THAT HE'LL NEED, THE TRAGOPAN CAN'T LIVE LEAVES.
DON'T LET THEM CHOP THE TREES THAT HE'LL NEED, THE TRAGOPAN CAN'T LIVE LEAVES.
DON'T LET THEM CHOP DOWN THE THAT HE'LL NEED, THE TRAGOPAN CAN'T LIVE LEAVES.
SCOUSE WAS LEARNING ENGLISH. HE WAS LEARNING ENGLISH FROM THE TELEVISION. AT NIGHT, WHEN THE FAMILY HAD GONE TO BED, HE PRETENDED TO BE A SINGER. HE IMAGINED HE WAS THE JOLLY FAMILY ON THE TELEVISION SCREEN. HE WROTE A SONG. AS HE SANG HIS SONG, HE PRETENDED THE JOLLIES WERE HIM, PLAYING HIS MUSIC.