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