Walking on an octopus,
For miles and miles and miles.
Walking on an octopus,
Everybody smiles.
Walking on an octopus,
And leaping over styles.
Oh! Oh! Watch me go!
Walking on an octopus,
For miles and miles and miles.
Frederick Bright
Was red and white,
His wife was mauve and green.
And as they danced,
The moon stood still,
To gaze upon the scene.
And dark brown angels
Thronged the night,
All dressed in sky blue jeans.
© James Burch