He is the red island recruit
Of stupid sums occurring
Down the parklands ever burring
From the thistle to the fruit
He is common as a tractor
Outside of a reactor
On the farmland of xfactor
Who grows the unknown brute
And out he comes in fields
Along the hedgeline in search of a meal
In the plethora of woodland
Birds of long pursuit
But what covid flame
Has burned his covid name
Into ponies rump and side
By the river where he cried?
I can only guess at what
Was not spoken but was forgot
In the hours of the chimes
Before the ponies joined the rhyme
And all fairground castles
Are turning, turning pastles
About the necks of doves
Who harmless fly above
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