Speak to me, I cannot understand
Despite much thought and patient reverie
That chickens never use elastic bands
Nor porcupines write daily news to me.
Speak to me, I often wander here
In the ancient woodlands of the oak
Asking why the owls like drinking beer.
Asking why the robins like to smoke.
Speak to me, disrational is my mind
Despite my knowledge of the cubic form
Why are marionettes so very kind
Why do my own feet not keep me warm?
Speak to me, I long to know the worst.
Has Theresa May left footprints in the church?
How my heart sings 