Smoke City

My friend jamie pan
Peter pan of the park
With flute he pipes his way
On tree branches he plays
Until its dark
Jamie pan
When he gets restless
He jumps above the tree
With a hop skip on the jump
He feels free
Jamies mat
Hes filled with glee
When you move so haphazardly
And our playground so free
Jamie plays, jamie play, play, play
And he gets faceless
He jumps above up the tree