I can't help my reflections
Can't escape your inflections
Bamboo sticks and bed sheets
Bedouin's alive and well

Castles rise up from the warm grey sand
Before the real buildings rose up high
Watching Cinnabar's dancing
By the bridge at the end of the dusty road

Tickle and Scratch on the old black stool
Mince and potato holiday meal
Sandy and Pipkin on lunch time tele
Memory is alive and well

Both of you irreplaceable
Never thought you'd be apart
From South Shields to Dorset
A long and finite journey