Lordly Nightshade

Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the tower

Guards say here's pens and paper just sit down and work for an hour

O, Goodness, how can we escape? but it's not worthwhile

All I can do is smile.

Down gallons of glandular corridors of the dark castle

The pompous old bellman is tolling one bell

At bathtime the hippies in chains they are crossing the hall

Where Hitler is making his new film about it all

We slip trough a pew and escape but I just don't know

All I can do is grow

Tell me more, what then

Down Main Street I go on a duffel-coat hoping instead

For a little room, yawn, I'm so tired with this big bag of coal on my head

It's a top hat I'm trying to sell or a lesson to learn

Vaguely seeking some fire to burn

While a group of middle-aged persons with dwarfish expressions and tinned conversations in Sunday blessed blue

Standing around for a photograph, watch the cuckoo

Do you need any coal? But it doesn't appear that they do

Then I offered my throat to the wolf but I just can't die

All I can do is fly

Safe and secure in the skirts of the midsummer wood

Cooking soup with stale words and fresh meanings it tastes so good

The green wolf with his bunch of red roses is slinking away

All on a summer's day.