My son: Dad, I’ve lost my dictionary.
Me: Have you looked upstairs?
My son: Dad! I can’t look up anything.
My son: Dad, I’ve lost my dictionary.
Me: Have you looked upstairs?
My son: Dad! I can’t look up anything.
I see trees of green, red roses too.
I see them bloom for me and for you.
And I think to myself, this satnav is rubbish – this isn't Dixon's.