The green gathering

 I met one woman from Frome called Lauren

And another Italian quite foreign

I met Gill, but no Phil and Su, what a thrill

It was as if I had come across uncommon

Down below I hear Howard a singing

His pipes are like a blackbird's winging

He seems quite possessed, with himself I confess

And his powers of his solo voice winning

Ah to be out in the world

Oh well, a festival, it is quite absurd

Just a microcosm of Greens

Who have too much or too lean

And I think I'm a spy in between

I met Evi from Brighton Sprung

She or he looked incredibly young

Sprightly and virile, like a quill on a dril-i-l

She wrote bass lines as well as he sung

It's hard when you're of cross gender

To feel the right sex you engender

To act like a man when you'd rather just ham

Is probably why Howard's a singer

I do say you shall reap what you sow

But I am a busy-body-so-and-so

So it's hardly surprising that my star is rising

Just as the last lost its glow

Oh to be an artist, go figure

Just how much will you earn in the rigour

Of life's diamond press

When your coal is depressed

We all need to carry on and dig

The dancing was sweet as a trigger

In a lush garden all full of vigour

We should try to be kind

To those and keep in mind

That everyone has a side he is in

It's hard but we all must stand strong

For our ways will pass onto the young

And if you need to go hither, it's best you don't dither

But to commit to the only and one