My love is like a red, red rose.
It cuts me up now.
Growing in my dirty head,
roses live there.
Clever thorns are made of wood,
thick as my hair.
My love is like a red, red rose.
It cuts me up now.
Growing in my dirty head, the roses live there.
Clever thorns are made of wood,
thick as my hair.
You have to see to really know that they are in there.
So,
what's all that about then?
Well, it's a little like a song really.
So is that what you're trying to do?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm trying to write a song which is...
Um... well...
Why do you do it like that then?
Well, you have to sing a song, don't you?
You have to sing...
It's an interesting angle.
Singing a song?
Yeah.
Well,
it's not really.
We're not...
Hello, Sarah.
Hello, Puppets.
How are you then?
Well,
here I am back in Puppet Land and I've got a few puppets to speak to.
What's your name?
Charles.
Charles the First.
So, what sort of films do you like?
I like action films.
Action films.
Hmm. Anyway,
I was thinking that we should maybe sing a song.
Great idea.
Do you have any ideas?
Yeah.
Right.
Something puppet-like.
How do you mean puppet-like?
Well, like in the tradition of puppets.
In the tradition of puppets.
Well, that's a bit cheeky.
No.
Okay then.
Right.
A one, a two, a one, two, three, four.
We are puppets.
We are puppets.
We live in the trees.
We live in the trees.
Well done.
Thank you very much puppets.
That was marvellous.
Thank you very much.