And the angel Gabion
Came down from up on high
And said I want a bridge here
Now get out your pigsty
Put down your hammers
Give the dog a bone
And build me some pillars
out of rock and stone
But the people at first they built
Them out of sand
And the good Angel Gabion
He couldn't understand
Why have ye builded me
These pillars of salt?
Do you not know
How the weathers will assault?
And the Lorries rumble
And the bicyclists vault
One crack in these
Will bring on a fault
And the whole bridge will crumble
And the night shall fall down
And heaven will be humble
She will lose her high crown
So if ye are not to let down
The plans of mice and man
Get off your arses
And make that bridge span
And build me some good gabions
Out of rock and stone
And don't put heaven in a rage
But make sure you pack them flatly
Inside their cage
Turn it into a smooth slope
We can follow with our eyes
And see it go gently up over the rise
And then together we'll cross the great divide
of the road to Pilton and reach the other side
But how shall we lay them
asked one humble Sheptonian
And the man from Pilton he say
Lay man lay,
lay them like great slabs
That the Cathedral stands on
They were built to last
And they hadn't even gabions
Just the master masons
And hand skills of the past
That surpassed all our expectations
But whose foundations still last
Yet we are not like the ancients
Neither in heroic skill or manner
But something of their way
Still passes on down the spanner
And we can still swing
mattocks, shovels and hammers
And in the joints and limbs are feeling
At one with creation
And the intention of people to
Build something great
Whether resurrecting a railway
Or correcting a mistake
We'll soon get back on track
While the season lasts
And soon have the wheels rolling
Over the bridge running fast
And the people will be strolling
And admiring the view
And they'll thank their
lucky stars for we happy few
Who had the chance to build it
Or even just lend a hand
in the spanning of the pilton road
Like in the works of mice and man
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