For A Lark
Ivor Cutler
One night, for a lark, we inverted all
the trees in the park. It was spring,
and we could hear the fledglings chirping
20 feet below the earth, delighted
to be close to their food supply. The
park keeper nearly had a fit, but he
was both a fatalist and an ecologist so
he just changed the name of the park
and took notes. That year, the sparrows
grew to the size of small ostriches.
>--- Roger Stevens <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
>>
>> I was talking to a well known UK children's poet a couple
>> of weeks ago
>> and he was very normal and a bit boring
>> until he got up on stage and I thought - gosh! wow!
>> amazing!
>
>ivor cutler? (no, wait...he'd be scottish?)
>
No - and anyway, I wouldn't imagine he
was boring to talk to - Roger
