Lady of the lake

 Lay my body down in the reeds

Lay my body down in the reeds

Lay my body down in somebody's town

Lay my body down in the reeds

Give me a straw hat, give me a straw hat

Give me a straw hat, and lay me down flat

Lay my body down in the reeds

Lay my body down in the reeds

Lay my body down in the reeds

Lay my body down

In somebody's town

Lay my body down in the reeds

Lay me down by my sword

Lay my body down by my sword

Lay my body down so I may meet my own lord

Lay my body down in the reeds

Lay me down by the river

Lay me down far from where pigeons quiver 

up where the branches are harsh

Lay me down in soft marsh

Lay my body down in the reeds

Lay my body down in the lake

Lay my body down in the lake

Lay my body down without a mistake

Lay my body down in the lake

Let me see your reflection

Let me see your every complexion

Let me see your face, oh the one I can't replace

Then lay my body down in the lake

Oh the king is come home to his wife

She is laying down by his side

And they will know no more strife

Not in this nor the next-life

If you lay their bodies down in the lake

Family bonds

 Oh what do you see and you see and deliver

And through it all live on, live on again

And through all her children, grand babies

a million

See what you see through the eye of the lens

See what you see, see and deliver

Stand and deliver the sermon of men

And women in posters, all hosters of coasters

And seeing the ghosters all around the firemen

When the building is burning

And the children are learning

That we can't be water, we have to be men

Far from the daughter

The father did slaughter 

the fatted calf on the alter 

Oh way back then

And far from the mother 

the son and his brother

Were fighting one another 

to see who would be men

And you see what you see, you see and deliver

The sand and salt in the halter of when

You see what you see you stand and deliver

The mighty white river of the rushing green glen

You drink of the water that's thick with the daughter

But the blood ties are thinner by the winner of men

And who will be winner, the blood or the water

Which will be stronger the women or men?

Song of Spring

 From the hedgerows the foxes bark

And the swans like diplodocuses 

glow in the dark

And the otters paw the banks of gold

Where golden sunlight falls in folds

Raising heads and spirits high

They sing:

To live, to live and not to die

And the Willows twist and stand

Like ancients' fists grown from the land

As Alder drink from watery cup

Their roots that think the wrong way up

And branches are like wizards' sleeves

Too dry, should die, but still believe

Then from their sleeve

Green hands' new growth shoot forth 

and speak their ancient oath

They cry:

To live, to live and not to die

The Narcissi trumpet loud

Spring is come in sky and cloud

As dandelions like lions bold

Turn their yellow faces to uphold

And all the flowers to winter wave goodbye

Singing:

To live, to live and not to die

 

And the Bittern booms his bottle top song

A bottle bank of woodwind birds sing along

And chaffinch dart, and crows they swarm

Come are spring months sunny and warm

Gone are winter months so long and bitter

As Egrets are blown like paper litter

They all sing out their oath and cry

to live, to live and not to die!

 

 

 

Quark Family Values

Have you seen the Quark family?

Buzzing around in their proton cars

No they never rest

What colours are they?

Oh all sorts, they're very multicultural you know

Not much like the Jones' next door just plain old electrons for sure

No, the quarks have spin, this way that way, they have charisma you know

Oh sure they can be up or down, don't catch them on an off day

Or if they're entangled, that can be a mess, some jerk

The other side of the universe pulling their strings

Really they are a piece of work

Catch them on a good day when they're on a wave riding high, some might say

Not always good just as a particle, sometimes here sometimes not

You might be waiting a long time on the front step

But go round to the back, more than likely

They've got stuck in the grating of the conservatory

And they are just waiting for a neighbour to observe them

Then magically they appear, it's like they can't make up their minds themselves

To be in

On that note, mind you don't step on the neighbour's cat in the alleyway

The Schrödinger’s are always letting him out the box

I swear I saw him flat dead on the road last week

A hit and run

Then on Monday, there's the old rascal again on the driveway

Must have given him the slip,

But he does leave his gifts on the quark’s lawn

That's why they installed a motion detector, just to catch him in the act

But they never do, at night the light comes on but no body's home

Then I think it must be a ghost in the machine, so I checked the device

And what do you know? They only forgot to plug the darn thing in

Still I'm house sitting for them next week, I'll catch that cat in the act then

And if not I'll give that security company a ring, photo-electric sell they're called

Oh I don't know where they're going, they said Alpha Centauri, just buzzing off again

Think of the air miles, and you know they've got twins, quite a handful little yang and yin

But put them together they're an inseparable thing

How much will it cost? Well I know they live on a shoestring

And recently I heard it vibrating like to the sounds of world's smallest violin

Paganini, you guessed it, virtuoso player that yang, and her brother Yin

If you ever heard him sing, you'll have thought an Angel sang

Still they'll be back next Sunday via a round trip to Japan

Then a turn around CERN to visit their Swiss Gran

Higgs Boson their Big Grand Daddy is having a smashing time

Flinging himself around the particle accelerator, at his age it's grand

Well I can't be standing around her all day chatting, Einstein's the name

Welcome to the neighbourhood neighbour, yes I feel the same

Let's meet up one evening for a game of poker or dice

You a friend of mine will join us also, but he doesn't always play nice

Sometimes he throws them where you can't see them

And then he makes it all up, but you've got to play along with him

While he's holding the cup.

Yeah, I'll give you a call around seven or eight

My house is Pi times the distance to the garden gate

Go down Time street until you cross space square

I'm on corner 3D but you have to down a blind alley to get there

Then it opens up into multidimensional park, there's a statue of Isaac Newton

who needs polishing, and Maxwell the dog may give you a bark,

But he's just doing his field equations, walked by Gauss and his metric

Of course the Jacobians will be dancing the jig, and the Hamiltonians

may be roasting a pig, but if you don't get distracted, or don't give a fig -

Ignore Adam and Eve in the leaves, they're on another rig-

I'll be setting up stage ready for the open air performance

Of a Midsummer night's dream and Plank's constant gone electric

But you say that scene is not for you alright

Why not try Twelfth Night, it's more your score

and it will sure score a hit, with the kids at the door

They're trickle Treating with string theory

It's Halloween and more

But you're getting on like me, we're a couple of pumpkins

Let's just sit down and cogitate that rousing squirrel nutkin

From his Winter store of goodies, and locked in wooden wealth

Yes you better call it a night old chap

And why not call it the Twelfth

The white van vaccine man

Why is a vaccine political?

I don't want a shot in the arm of nationalism

Should the vaccine be exported in a van

Or will there be an export ban?

I imagine a white van man

delivering vaccines around the country

Opening his refrigerated coat pockets to show

a clattering collection of vials and test tubes:

Fancy a bit of Pfizer madam? - hot off the press

or a tipple of Astrazeneca?

How about I shoot you with Moderna?

It's the great hold up

It's a one-armed robbery madam

Literally I'm robbing myself blind

I'd give an arm and leg to be in the position you're in

Oh I wish I had the chance to take all these vaccines

But alas I can't, I'm allergic you see

I tried the Chinese one it turned my head red

I tried the Russian Sputnik and it gave me

A free kick, loose limbs and a few ticks

But other than that no bad side effects

In fact I fitted in well in Moscow Square

They are all a little bit mad over there

So anyway try a vaccine out the back of my van

All refrigerated, never mind the export ban

Why should a vaccine be a political pawn?

I never knew a person didn't want to get born

So why in the hell would they want to die?

For lack of agreement between two conflicting sides

When we all know it's about Brexit and EU's misgivings

Oh who knew the exit would be a farewell without forgivings?

Anyway the little man has to thrive

And Britain is made up of small businesses like mine

I should say forget it and go back to plumbing

But what the hell I thought when I saw a vaccinator thumbing

A ride

Why not help the little guy?

He's just trying to get across the border

Doesn't mean everyone is an Astrazeneca hoarder

But it turns out this chap knew more than first appeared

And he could get a stash of vaccines from a  grotto (as Santa feared)

But that's not the worst place to find them stowed

No I've seen them under bridges and in the forks in the road

I've seen them locked in fridges so none of them could get out

So I'm the vaccine liberator, call me Che Guevara without a doubt

This vaccine dispensation has been a war of attrition

And it needs guerrilla fighters who are willing to do so for a small commission

So come on Madam why not buy an armful?

You've got vaccines from the East and West and none of them are harmful!

Boost yourself up, give yourself a jab, it's just and wink and a nudge, but

It's hardly smash and grab

And you can be sure they haven't fallen off the back of a lorry

Look it says it on the plastic bag - if broken we are very sorry

There is no use in looking like that at me Madam

Well what would Eve have done? Would she have turned down Adam?

And he was sold on an apple and a promise of something better

Well this comes with a guarantee written in bold letters

Product of the EU or Made in China, 

manufactured in Russia or by Uncle Sam Junior

The only one I'm not so sure about is Oxford Astrazeneca

But the clues are in the name Madam, though that's terra incognita

Made in China

Going to China

Get the jab

But no UK, American or Russian prefab

Rubs me up the wrong way

Against the grain

Feel the chemicals rushing

Through the arm vein

You must have the vaccine

Before you come 

But only if it is 

Made in China

Used to be that plastic rubbish from China floats up

Used to be they flooded the market

With their crap

But now they are the market

All kinds of rip offs and add ons

And recalibrations of existing scrap

Made in China

But now it is vast

This world of people and machines

Moving as an ant farm

Industrializing Spring

The march continues

Wave the red flag

They're coming over yonder

While the cat is in the bag

Keep it in there - they cry

Meow, Meow Mao Tse tung

Now he's out

There's no point crying 

Over spilt milk

Something's brewing

It's a rumbling storm

It's a maelstrom of damage wanting to get done

But in the destruction and chaos

Something beautiful is created

Perhaps an idea of the dissolution of power

Being dissipated

But we want no more men with moustaches

Or marching jack boots in our streets

Perhaps a carnival of dragons

And sweetmeats

Made in China

Something decidedly British for us

To accept cultural indoctrination

Like drop it in our afternoon tea

As an afterthought

A little piece of Mao

Or an imprint on a cup and saucer

Look it's already here read it in

The tea leaves

Made in China

The job market

 It's the job market

Take a job for life

Earn enough to have a wife

Take a job until your death

But you can't afford to take a breath

It's the job market

Don't give up the day job

Don't throw in the towel

Unless you want to bank rob

Or listen to the wolves outside your door howl

Take a job and stick it where the sun don't shine

In a factory, in a warehouse

In pit full of lime

And stand in line

in the dole queue wondering who is who

Am I you? Are you me? Are you you?

Cuckoo, cuckoo

Work all day and lose your soul

Work all night still don't feel whole

They take you away like a chinese roll

Place you in a pick and mix

Ready for the grabber

It's the job market

They make the rules we must all follow

But then they take the carpet away

But their words are hollow

And their bonds mean nothing

Despite your loyalty

If they can hire someone cheaper

Then boy you are free

Wave good bye

With a "generous" redundancy

In other words the pay out would be

Too large if you kept working til you're sixty

So they cut and run

The dirty sons of someone or other you see

It's the job market

They work you silly

They work you dry

They work you like a billy goat

They work you till you cry

No more, no more I need my rest

But the pay packet they say

Will cover the rest

You know times are hard

And the goings rough

And you might be a billiard

In game of blind man's bluff

But don't you shout shard

When you see the crucifix splint

They've been hanging you there

By a horse's hair and it's time you split

They work your nose to the grindstone

You clean your hand with spit

They haul you up and make you shake a bone

Then you pick with it in the pit

There could be two ways or there could be three

Of going about it this graveyard malady

But you better get smart kid

You better believe

There is no work of art hid

In the eve of the tree

In the job market

And the gallery is hanging you

In scenes from a crime

It's the last supper

And it's past closing time

And they need to work for man's soul

Because God does no work

And God knows he's in control

He's the creative manager who gives us over time

He can fire and hire us in our prime

But if want a good living you better get in his good books

There's a page or two devoted

To blacked out crooks

it's the job market

They are never coming back

To work on the shop floor

They'll be in the engine room

Stoking the flames of the poor

And wretched ones

Who deserve nothing more

Except if you believe in divine grace

In the Job market that's the place

I'm sure