Tactile Gemma Blackberry Jam
Blackberry Jam
Her belly was a grape
An elephantine grape
The midwife was an octopus
Who puller me into life
And I - a lurid raisin
Stared and the wall paper smilled
Black beetle , black beetle , make a bonfire
Black beetle , black beetle , I ' m so alive
I 'll feed him with jam , blackberry jam
We 'll spend the nights in fox holes
And listen to the rattling magpies
