Poetry

Wednesday, 1 November 2023

To the Tune of Black Nag -old English folk dance tune

 When you see the signs road, 

you see the signs on the road

And hear the sighs of the toad


Once you see the signs on the road

And you know just what you are owed

You can travel on


Well the traveller came to rest one day

In a forest glade

The willows grew and quite obscured

His rightful right of way


He called to the trees of the bay

He called to the owls of the tree

And said won't you get out of my way


They said

Once you read the signs of the road

You'll know just what you are owed

And what you have to pay


The traveller got up and shouted

How dare you talk to me that way

I have the right to pass, from this path I shall not stray


But the trees cried why, why behave that way

Why can't you see your way

You're as stubborn as an ass that neighs


Won't you read the signs on the road

Then you shall know just what you are owed

And how much you have to pay



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