O What is that noise which breaks my dream,
far in the sky, roaring, roaring?
Only the loud thunder, dear,
the rain is coming.
O What is that voice yells the team,
up from the air, calling, calling? 
Only the helicopter, dear,
the troop is training.
O Why are the birds near my bin,
early in the morning, screaming, screaming? 
Perhaps, they are chatting, dear,
or may be they are yawning!
O it must be the director who starts the film,
it must be him, counting, counting?
No the robber shooting, dear, 
the citizens are running.
O it is the radio broadcasting the Queen,
O the broadcaster announcing, announcing.
The queen is coming, dear,
and the news are cheering! 
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