The Merry Endeavour

The Merry Endeavour

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Eyes above the transom

stood upon her chair

looking out over the garden

where just last night, she is sure,

were pixies and fairies bright.

Over there, elves took counsel with Oberon.

Now pixies are buttercups, fairies daisies,

and where the elf king had sat, a dandelion.

Dandelion, dandy, lion!

startled she hears a roar,

she jumps down with a cry of alarm

“Mummy help! there is a lion outside the door.”

I told a guy I’d found treasure,

he said I should keep on searching.

Surely stones which in London are comely

will be precious too in Nanking.

If you like your furniture

there is no need to change,

if it suits the way it is

why would you re-arrange?

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Remember July, our bicycle ride

through Chiswick down to Putney.

The Whacked Weasel for lunch, supping their punch

we had bangers with mango chutney. (coo hoo)

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On the occe, you got cocky

I beat you by doubling out.

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And on the way back we made our tongues black

chewing chicory liquorice sticks.

Weaving red buses, in spite of the cusses

we showed them our country tricks.

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Nobody ever asked me

what the name of a river should be,

I would have said it should be called

 after a thing  costly, but which is free.

It shall be known as the River Peace

flowing in from the ocean of calm,

Serenity would form it’s tributaries

together with Quietude and Balm.

Running alongside, the path of joy

adjoining the road to prosperity

near fields of happiness and delight

all decked with pentstemon and lily.

“Ah! what will you do with the swamp?

for there is bound to be one there.”

“Why! build a yellow bridge to span it

and call it the Merry Endeavour.”

“But what about the hill, the hill?

steep and treacherous” you cry,

“climb it, climb it , at whatever the cost.”

It will be worth it in the bye.

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