Like a flock of birds
Or a pod of dolphins
A bellowing of bullfinches
A fling of dunlins
Like a mob of kangaroos
A brood of hens
A bazaar of guillemots
Just like a band of jays
A shrewdness of apes
A deceit of lapwings
Like a host of sparrows
A trip of wildfowls
A mutation of thrushes
Like an army of ants
An ostentation of peacocks
A down of rabbits
Like a rumba of rattlesnakes
A run of salmon
A bob of seals
Like a kettle of hawks
A nest of hornets
A gam of whales
A quiver of cobras
A dole of doves
A shoal of shads
A company of angelfish
A glint of goldfish
A knot of toads
Did you ever have a go?
Everyone must have a go
It’s your next Penrose step
Ones that have spent their time on Earth
Have a different kind of glow
You put it on hold
But soon you’re given birth
You leave everything
Say goodbye to your worlds
All your worlds, all your pretty little worlds
Like a bloat of hippopotami
A warren of wombats
A zeal of zebras
Like a generation of vipers
A bale of turtles
Streak of tigers
A glen of herring
A hover of trout
A wisdom of owls
A murmuration of starlings
A dray of squirrels
A spring or harem of seals
Like a drove of sheep
A leash of foxes
A skein of geese
A tower of giraffes
A knot of frogs
A memory of elephants
A weyr of dragons
So you decide to have a go
And everybody has to know
It’s your time
All the ones that have spent their time on Earth
Have a different kind of flow
So you thought that you just might
Let go of holding light
We have the same thought
At the same time, after time
Never running out of time
Our movements trace invisible patterns
We draw in the sky using no eyes
A living matrix, hexagonal, atonal
A framework of sound as we’re letting you down
A shower of rain, a bevy of ladies
A blush of boys, an ambush of toys
A den of thieves, a coven of witches
A worship of reads, a curse of painters
Like a conspiracy of ravens
A brace of thrush of ducks
A mask of raccoons
A crash of rhinos
A mute of hounds
A warren of rabbits
A turn of turtles
Like a shiver of sharks
A span of mules
A school of sea stars
A gulp of cormorants
So zebrine
So hipptigrine
So eranaceine
So helminthic
And so formic
Anisopterian
Iguinine
Pteropine
So it seems
So galagine
So perfect
So hyenine
All the ones that have spent their time on Earth
They’ve lived lives you’ll never know
Now you want to go down there
Though you will know it will hurt
Let go of your worlds, all your worlds
All your pretty little worlds
All your worlds, all your pretty little worlds