Up the hill and down the dale

You can hear him singing to no avail

“I want sweet words to make my love happy”.

Never gets the words wrong

Because there’s only one line to his song

He’s out shopping for something to say to you

He’ll try anything

He’ll even sing

And the spirits of the air who love him dearly

Start to whisper in his ear

“You are the son of Pan, so you blow your horn”

© John Hyatt, 2010