Vernon, Farrow and Ball

I am a bit of tree 

my name is Byrne and Ball 

if you burst into flames right now

 I wouldn’t care at all

I pray for rain come nightly 

its parched here in the woods

Says God to me pray all you like 

it’ will not do u good

I’ve direct lines to Perseus,

Aries, Zeus, Andromeda

I eat up snakes for breakfast;

xylem, phloem and im a dad

Aphrodite was my wifey

when homer had a ball

 iraq and im a dinner jacket

Iran and ran and ran

from the hills of donegal

to the drones of pakistan

and when I found malaysia

I thought  i spotted land

but all that it turned out to be

was mum, who’d gone to Iceland

where she was buying frozen leaves

for this very nice man...