Lichen the bees and a fortress of weeds
in a small town venture
Only the stale and a quart of an ale
and a cold intention
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me
but I wondered if he were to see
Liken the bees and the matters
that please to a small back bencher
Caught with the maid with her hair
in a braid not the one he mentioned
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me but I wonder
if he were to see
interlude/
Lichen, the bees and a fortress of weeds
in a small town venture
Caught with the maid with her hair
in a braid not the one he mentioned
interlude/
Lichen and bees in the walls
and the fevers of small town ventures
Sparrows and freight at a quarter
to eight and a man who mentioned
Over the lawn and the rail
And only to gather the mail
He likened to me
but I wonder if he were to see
He likened to me
but I wonder if he were to see
postlude/