31 August 2012
In a place never travelled, down a road never found Is a ramshackle roundabout no-one went round. Toads sit in the tarmac and rabbits abound On the ramshackle roundabout no-one went round.
There in a rusted and rickety van Lives the raggedy taggedy roundabout man He drinks nettle tea from a discarded can And breakfasts on berries and wheat stubble bran. He gives thanks to Gaia whenever he can The raggedy, taggedy roundabout man.
He has a lame leveret and three legged hare That he saved from the hunter and freed from the snare Birds feed from his hand with never a care And peck on the braids in his silver grey hair.
He plays protest songs on a beat up guitar And prays for world peace on a stray shooting star He’s been many places but never goes far Though he’ll wish you a rainbow whoever you are. He quotes from the bible and reads the Koran The raggedy, taggedy roundabout man.
They say that he’s strange in the village nearby I just see a soul who’s much older than I I’ll be him in another life if I can The raggedy, taggedy roundabout man.
TOM MAY
THE ROUNDABOUT MAN • Opuss № I