Mist, tumbled from the bored clouds
Born, of the sun, of the storm.
Mist.
Mist, you who are the water that travels
Come then with me amusing you.
Steam, steam.
Steam, I draw in a skid
I write to you with my finger in the wet.
Steam, steam...
Fog, play on words in the glazing
Game to celebrate the end of the shower.
Fog.
Fog, tell me about the clouds
Tell me what it's like up there the smoke.
Steam, steam...
Steam, if you play with ideas
I'll make you pictures of it.
Steam, steam...Steam.

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