Phideaux In Search Of Bitter Ore
Saints forgive me
I have chosen to wander with the wind
Beside the ragged nasturtiums
I have fasted but for them
Saints preserve me, I was broken
But that was then
Honour avenge me, be my armour
I will follow to the end
CATS 2
I was there, your dear cat faithful
Up the tree by the potting shed
Aye, but I was very careful
Nobody knew
I saw what they did…..
