Once they have settled the city
And still there was many people to come
Jeremiah old prophet was cryin for them
Cryin for town, like if it was forsaken
From every single tear he drop
By every door the sun has blossom
And says them all that it's not the sun
But blowball
As long as the sun was saying that
Gray flock come around and perch
Calling themselves blowball offsprings
But after any little blow
Any light whiff and then
Gray flock was flying away
And never coming back again