Running nowhere

 Oh the lands are all strumming and I will be drumming

Oh my mum is coming today

And I wish that I'd joined the army or navy

For anything like the pay

Oh the lands are all drumming

And the river is thrumming and tumming to stay

And my hands are all thumbing

And the hearts all humming

And I wish that I'd joined the army or navy

But then I wouldn't be running away

Oh they say you could join the circus they say you are made out of clay

But mould me when I'm young

I'll be a good son

And maybe I won't run away

They tell you mortal combat

Is just a flesh wound they say

But what if a chortle wombat

could really say what he wanted to say?

What if it were just enough in life

To be yourself anyway

In general most useless

In any conceivable fruitless concourse

Of life's busy highways

Oh the time was timming and the reams were rimming

And the bowls were valeting away

For the limousines were liminal in the shimmering chimeral

And the cathedral was caterwauling away

The cats with the wool met the hats of the walls

And hares were all standing on the heads

And raising a fare was like failing a fair

Where the ferris wheel says farewell to the fool

They say go join the foreign legion,

Go fight in foreign region

Go flabbergast her, filibuster  or carp

The carpets all piled in the pile high club

And the pilots have trouble seeing through the glare

As celebrity pigeons on hedges, meet their fans

On ledges

And they all shake wings

The planes and plain things

That famously pledged passage to the sun

And I no longer want to join the army or navy

Although I'm not running away

Perhaps I would if I could

But my knee isn't good

So I think to myself I might stay