I’m not alone on this hill
Of which I sit atop here today
No, I’m joined by a few
Estranged souls come to view
One of which that has hair
The fiery red of the devil
Another with hair of an angel
A third who has hair
So dark that it shines
Against the pale blue
Above here today
That man over there
With wild hair and a beard
Perhaps intends to imitate
Orwell in his form!
Ah what a day
What a glorious day
Alive here in London
And these trees
I can hear in the distance
Children playing and laughing
As if school weren’t still in session
Perhaps it’s the day
Where all go out to play
Giving teachers a moment to relax
…side note: I should have brought corn nuts with me up here…