Pamela Wyn Shannon Pipkin
Pipkin, Pipkin, from a seedpod bouquet
Fell from a seed head, and Pipkin flew away
With his velvety coat and his silvery plume
He takes flight
The winds set him sailing in the Autumn
He's a beautiful kite, he's a beautiful kite
Pipkin, Pipkin swept up by winds that soar
Blustery winds, blustery winds
Guides you to my door
Seedkin with whiskers, take off your velvety coat
All the leaves have fallen, dearest Pipkin
There's nowhere left to go, nowhere left to go
And soon comes the snow
Pipkin, Pipkin, from a seedpod bouquet
Fell from a seed head and Pipkin flew away
With his velvety coat and his silvery plume
He takes flight
The winds set him sailing in the Autumn
He's a beautiful kite, he's a beautiful kite...
