Jackdaw - Momus

The world beyond the rhubarb patch

No-one seems to know

Why he put it out of bounds

Dr Barnardo

Stig staggers on the cinder path

Up beside the dump

The ghost of Colin Wilson’s in

The bugger of a funk

And if the nettle stings your hand

You cure it with a dock

And if you try to run away

They hit you with a clock

They say a black magician

Trained a black jackdaw to talk

The ghost of Colin Wilson has

An electronic jaw

The mushrooms in the library

Were wolfed down by wild dogs

Which went woofing to the forest

Where researchers cut their logs

And now there is a skull to see

By the skullery

Elizabeth is blubbering

She hopes it’s all a dream

They say a black magician

Trained a black jackdaw to talk

The ghost of Colin Wilson has

An electronic jaw