where the cuckoo clock always read 6:55

One banana, two banana, three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch and so do many more.
Over hill and highway the banana buggies go
Comin' to bring you the Banana Split show
Makin' up a mess of fun, makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone

Tra la la, la la la la
Tra la la, la la la la

Way back when we were allowed to blow ourselves up with fireworks legally every year, I had a friend.

We were always in trouble, setting fire to the horse paddock trying to cook potatoes in their jackets, falling off the well tower and being chased by pissed off bees whose nest we disturbed in the coconut trees. Riding the horses bareback and pinching strawberries from next door's garden. We nearly died by twisting the swing rope so high it choked us and he was there again when I broke my arm in the wringer. He set fire to his bedroom making me charcoal to draw with. Our favourite show was the Banana Splits and we would run around madly singing the song.

He's gone.
I'm sad.