there have been many rivers
and trees and mothers and fountains..
but not so many bridges
or climbs, adventures or mountains...
the National Trust stand at the door
We've been here several times before
When some cop runs in - he's crazy -
like a balloon. His eyes are red
and he carries a spitoon, singing:
"faster than i the mercy men went
they all designed bridges
but lived in their tents
born in rivers and raised in the mountains
they carried washing up liquid
and dreamed about fountains"
It was a peculiar song
But necessary.
Don't pay the ferry-man
unless your name is
John Berry-man!
and trees and mothers and fountains..
but not so many bridges
or climbs, adventures or mountains...
the National Trust stand at the door
We've been here several times before
When some cop runs in - he's crazy -
like a balloon. His eyes are red
and he carries a spitoon, singing:
"faster than i the mercy men went
they all designed bridges
but lived in their tents
born in rivers and raised in the mountains
they carried washing up liquid
and dreamed about fountains"
It was a peculiar song
But necessary.
Don't pay the ferry-man
unless your name is
John Berry-man!
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