Tree-maker
One day a billion years ago,
An old mage said to me
“I have created a new word.”
And I think that word was Tree.
“Tree?” I asked. “Now what’s a tree?”
Said he: “I was hoping you’d tell me.”
So after ten days deep in thought
To him a finished tree I brought.
It grew up from a little seed,
I went a bit mad with the leaves,
And twigs to let the song-birds nest;
They put the trunk-strength to the test.
The roots dug deep and moisture found
Beneath the barren, rocky ground
And when the snow fell down in patches,
All the leaves fell off the branches.
Soon with these trees obsessed I came
And filled the world with different names:
Birch and maple; oak and elm,
They slowly crowded all the realm.
And in the mornings out did come
A chorus of the greatest song;
For all the birds that there did sleep
Came out into the forest deep.
Springtime
When the clouds look like a painting,
And the light streams through the trees,
All the little song-birds sit there;
Chirping in the breeze.
When the daffodils are blooming
You hear the buzzing of the bees
And the little boy with hay fever
Lets out a great big sneeze.
When the water’s so inviting
That the masses flock to seas
The general feeling in the air
Is that it’s almost a disease.
When the snow has finished melting
And you’ve put away your skis
It’s like Spring’s pulled the lever;
Winter’s falling to his knees.
When the Vikings ruled the Seas
When the Vikings ruled the Seas
Horns blowed
And fires glowed
When the Vikings ruled the seas.
Cockerels crowed
And mead flowed
When the Vikings ruled the seas.
But beware;
For as the gods watch over you
They may choose you for their games.
One day a man went sailing;
Sailing out to meat his fate,
And when he saw the dragon
He looked down at his bait.
“Not big enough.” He said.
“I’ll have to sit and wait.
“I’m sure that Thor’ll come quite soon
“With a bigger piece of bait.”
So wait he did, with baited breath
For Thor to turn up to his test
But where he was he didn’t know;
He’d gone to watch another show.
