Oh where, oh where...
Said the bird “Pray Sir, to where have you flown?
Away when I left and yet to come home.
Are you musing on stuff, transcendental
Or fighting for causes, environmental?
Perhaps you’re bosun of some old barque
Sailing the Cape for a bit of a lark?
Perhaps you have been sold by gypsies afar
Or finally succumbed to the Pinot Noir?
Are you off in search of some treasure
Or serving time at Her Majesty’s pleasure?
It’s probably dull, whatever occurred
But I’d still like to know”, insisted the bird.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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