My clippings so precious Bright and blue This mystery magazine I found with you It’s a shame my hands Came across only a few Clippings, yes clippings That I stick with glue Scattered ideas Body parts too Some dressed some not The colours vary Oh yes, they do I’ve run out of pins Back to glue It’s all pieces of a puzzle For generations to come If my room is preserved Like gin and rum A story to tell In prose and some Clippings oh clippings How I want some