Winds in the east There's a mist comin' in Like something is brewing And 'bout to begin Can't put me finger on what lies in store But I feel what's to 'appen All 'appened before A father, a mother, a daughter, a son The threads of their lives all raveling undone Something is needed to twist 'em as tight As a string you might use when you're flying a kite Chim chimney chim chim cher-ee chim cher-oo!

Now that’s a slogan!