Lydia Conwell 
Like a monkey with a toupée who's shaved off all his hair/
Like a sausage with a top hat, that's rolling down the stairs/
Like a toaster in an armchair that's revolving on a screen/
And a man with plastic trousers, he's filling up with cream/
Like a pigeon with two heads, whose legs are really long/
And a kitten with a banjo, who's playing it all wrong/
Like the circles that you find/
In the windmills of your mind ...