DRIP DROP GREY DELAY

Drip drop hear the grey delay,
Dew decoration on display.
I can hear the greylings squeak,
Hear their hearts damp that slowly beat.
The charismatic, cold caverns,
As sparkling as socialising with Saturn.
The smell of damp wet water,
Each single grey is lined up for slaughter.
Now little darling grey,
 You will sadly soon witness the grey delay.
No succulent careless creepy-crawlies,
No juicy fruity sweet berries.
Your last glimpse of the yellow mellow river flow,
Less homes near the big bright willows.
Don't dare dream the daring,
Or a flood would leave home tearing.
Yet again little darling grey,
 You will sadly soon witness the grey delay.