And once again, I linger.
Dark is the night
in Southern lands
but finding it, unerringly
Peasant walks in veggie scene, finds his feet are, later, green.
Peasant likes a dropp of ale, his complexion will be pale.
On the tractor falls asleep peasant ends up in a heap.
When the helper pisses down peasant needs to change his gown. Calls the peasant from the rafter it is not the chook he's after.
In the jungle the lion is king.
To placate him the birds all do sing.
But watch out for the leopard
and his guardian, the shepherd.
As you're walkin' down the street
dreaming of a better day
please look down, close to your feet
floats a shadow, and it may
You fell, my child,
I hope that little graze
on your chinnie-old chin
is not too serious.
The day you're born the midwife says
Your father rests his head in hospital,
They called him Opa,
he was so....old.
He took l-dopa
and hoarded gold.
'Were you thinking of me
when you wrote those lines? '
You asked me, my love
with the casual voice