The summer is rainless
My silo is grainless
The steel is so stainless
You can see it for miles
Like a tourist I gape
At fields full of rape
The flat Norfolk landscape
The fences and stiles
The b&b houses
The cheesecloth blouses
The corduroy trousers
All come into view
The ruddy faced farmers
Back from the Bahamas
No sign of the llamas
They're all in the zoo
I can see to The Wash from the top of my silo
I can see to the Broads from the top of my silo
I can see mighty Norwich from the top of my silo
I can see the whole world from the top of my silo