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 A HUNTER AND HE'LL TAKE ME BY SURPRISE.
LET'S A SONG FOR THE TRAGOPAN, THE PHEASANT WHO LIVE WITHOUT EASE. DON'T LET THEM CHOP DOWN THE TREES THAT NEED, THE TRAGOPAN LIVE WITHOUT LEAVES.
LAST IN CHINA, THE TRAGOPAN SAID, HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF THEY TOOK YOUR BED, UP YOUR GARAGE AND PULLED OUT THE PHONE, TOOK AWAY THE DEEP FREEZE AND YOU ALL ALONE?
LET'S A SONG FOR THE TRAGOPAN, THE WHO CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT EASE. LET THEM CHOP DOWN THE TREES THAT HE'LL NEED, THE TRAGOPAN CAN'T WITHOUT LEAVES.
LET'S A SONG FOR THE TRAGOPAN, THE WHO CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT EASE. DON'T LET CHOP DOWN THE TREES THAT HE'LL NEED, THE CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT LEAVES.
DON'T LET THEM CHOP THE TREES THAT HE'LL NEED, THE TRAGOPAN LIVE WITHOUT LEAVES.
DON'T LET CHOP DOWN THE TREES THAT HE'LL NEED, THE CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT LEAVES.
SCOUSE WAS LEARNING ENGLISH. HE WAS ENGLISH FROM THE TELEVISION. AT NIGHT, WHEN THE FAMILY HAD GONE TO BED, HE PRETENDED TO BE A SINGER. HE IMAGINED HE WAS WITH THE JOLLY FAMILY ON THE TELEVISION SCREEN. HE WROTE A SONG. AS HE SANG HIS SONG, HE THE JOLLIES WERE WITH HIM, PLAYING HIS MUSIC.