In the room, there is a door
A door
A door
Above the floor

Beyond the door, above the floor
There is a wooden spoon

Upon the spoon, there sits a loon
Beyond the door, above the floor

Its feathers shine, upon the spoon
Upon the spoon, in afternoon

In afternoon
Beyond the door, above the floor
Upon the wooden spoon
A loon
A loon
Will fly away soon

Beyond the door, above the floor
Past a pond
Beyond
Beyond
The loon will leave the wooden spoon

Above the pond, the loon’s beyond
The empty wooden spoon

In the room, there is a door
A door
A door
Above the floor

Beyond the door, above the floor
There is a wooden spoon

Upon the spoon, there is no loon
Not in the afternoon

But in the night
It flies with light
The loon
The loon
Beyond the moon