Any more for the Skylark/ Spring

Any more for the Skylark

I'm that speck in the sky

look down from on high

feel safe up here singing my song

there's plenty to watch

on a rural hotch potch

but the landlord is doing us wrong

 

He's plowing the field

and to boost up the yield

he sprays to the angst of the gulls

denudes natures foods

which in turn effects broods

strong cocktails these new chemiculls

 

Below there is harm

i'll skirt this large farm

and glide to that verdant green bluff

it's on a golf course

(a human resource)

but where flora's not blitzed in the rough

 

Leave me here i am fine

at the rear of hole nine

you "hackers" please listen, take heed

drive straight, the fairway

please do not stray

cos my last chance lies here in the weed.

 

Spring

Listen... pray hark

can you hear the lark?

it's spring now and he's on parade

he'll give forth his song

sometimes one hour long - to his lady - it's his serenade

 

Now you dont hear them much

cos there's not a big clutch

of skylarks - theyre in decline

but if stuck in the rough

and youve near had enough - just one song will make you feel fine

 

Cos it's on the golf course

that you may hear the source

of the wondeful lazy refrain

he'll zoom way up high

just a speck in the sky - will we ever - see him again?