Not where I live

There's no host of golden daffodils
Not where I live
No midday sun peeping through the clouds
Or fresh linen blowing gently in the breeze

There's only fields of concrete
Polluted streets and bubblegum

There's no tiger tiger burning bright
Not where I live
No morning dew settling on the lawn
Or birds singing about the joy of birth

There's only next door's cat
Single magpies and pouring rain

There's no nightingale singing in Berkeley Square
Not where I live
No blanket of stars twinkling on high
Or rainbows stretching to the far beyond

There's only scruffy pigeons
Telephone wires and satellite dishes

There's no thing of beauty that's a joy forever
Not where I live
No love that's like a red red rose
Or poems lovely as a tree

There's only broken windows
dog mess and traffic jams