One night while I was walking all out and alone a man in an iron hat came along and told me, all in song, about his life - well so far, at least.
It was a long tail, twisted and hairy, and tufted at the end and, as it swished from side to side, odd odes and never-heards came listening bound.
Some words were puddles, big ones, with ducks. Some words were horses, they thundered on the hard ground. And as he sang he tapped out a salsa beat with a bleach clean ulna bone, from a long departed monkey friend, upon the brim of his iron hat.
And i know you are wondering how the story goes, id tell you nothing more for tupence and not a penny less. For more id tell you twice as much - settle down upon this bench. Wait, feel the rain falling in your hair, shut eyes, still your mind. Here's nothing, think nothing of it, its a gift from me to you
