A Carol (dancing song)
Sweet Mother Nature, give me room to stand
As people once looked back at lost Doggerland
Sweet Mother nature how much can I bring?
What size is the plot to let small birds sing?
Sweet Mother Nature, I’ve plucked Adam’s desires
I’ve rape you and pillaged as my status requires
Sweet Mother Nature, you are haemorrhaging
Rood tree! My slave-tree! I’ve sent no offering
Who am I?
What do I?
The if I can then you can
The giant step
I’ve stepped in the rose-garden – the honey-suckle bower
Each species selected for a pleasurable hour
I’ve feasted on selections for the finest cuisine
And trashed all the rest by an oil-fed machine
Sweet Mother Nature
I’ve no space
My name is Man
Of the can-can
My name is oblivion.