There must be a wound!

Orstralia – OrstraliaAt work or at play.We think of yew in the morningAnd in the evening tooWe even wake up at mid-nightSo that we can think of you.Orstralia – OrstraliaWe love you from the heartThe kidney, the Liver and the giblets,And every other part.

I’m walking backwards for Christmas,It’s the only thing for me.I’ve tried walking sideways,And walking to the front,But people just look at me,And say it’s a publicity stunt.I’m walking backwards for Christmas,To prove that I love you.An immigrant lad, loved an Irish colleenFrom Dublin Galway Bay.He longed for her arms,But she spurned his charms,And sailed o’er…

Their legs get wet,Their tummies wetter:I think after allThe bus is better

Stand around in bundles of nineWhen asked how it feelsThey reply ‘Curried Eels’!Otherwise – everything’s going fine!

I’ve learned mine can’t be filled,only alchemized. Many timesit’s become a paragraph or a page.But usually I’ve hidden it,not knowing until too latehow enormous it grows in its dark.Or how obvious it getswhen I’ve donned, say, my goodcordovans and my fine tweed vestand walked into a room with a smile.I might as well have been…

On the road to Mandalay.He was knocked down againBy a dust cart in SpainAnd again in Zanzibar.So,He travled at nightIn the pale moon lightAway from the traffic growlBut terrible luckHe was hit by a duckDriven by an owl.