I gather tulips in the sea

And whelks upon the shore

It helps me long to want to be

What I might be here for.

I round up cattle in the west

And stray dogs in the east

It helps me know what’s really best

About tinned peas.

I look for winnepegs in the hills

For germanies on the coast

It makes me feel so real and

Makes me long for tea and toast.

I search for hobnails in old boots

For purple fungi in young roots

For green illuminati in blue suits

For red mantillas playing flutes.

But never do I find the thing

That makes me want to dance and sing

The thing with wings and other things

That makes me want to do anything.

So I keep on searching like a snake

For mushrooms in the sky

And massive bits of chocolate cake

On plates left out to dry.

Don't envy me! Don't pity me!

We all must do what's best,

If it be diving in the sea

Or feathering our nest.

We all must do what we must do

To pass the tedious time,

If it be writing silly verse

Or reading Wittgenstein.

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