Wednesday, 18 March 2009

We're going on a Brown Hunt....

We're going to catch a big one.
What a beautiful day.
We're not scared.
oh-ohhh

Grass, lots of wavy grass: drugs and alcohol keeping the people quiet. We can't go over it, we can't go under it - we'll have to go through it and prevaricate on the harm they do. Swishy swashy, swishy swashy...
oh-ohhh

A river, a big, wide river: of people being counted out and counted in. We can't go over it, we can't go under it (not even from St Pancras without being counted), we'll have to go through it. Splish splash, splish splash Splosh.
oh-ohhh

Mud, thick oozy mud: corruption at every level of government and state administration. Troughing from Parliament to Penzance (and John o'Groats, never forget the Scottish Labour party). We can't go over it, we can't go under it, we'll have to go through it. Squelch, Squelch, SQUELCH.
oh-ohhh

A forest, a big dark forest: where we mustn't even think the wrong thing, or say we don't want to go here, or speak the truth. We can't go over it, we can't go under it, we'll have to go through it, and hope to reach the day again. Stumble-trip, stumble-trip, stumble-trip.
oh-ohhh

A snowstorm, a swirling whirling snowstorm: where we're unemployed, losing our homes, credit cards cancelled. We can't go over it, we can't go under it, we'll have to go through it. Hoooo, woooo, whoooo youoo.
oh-ohhh

A cave, a narrow, gloomy cave: with just the flickering shadow of democracy cast upon the wall. We can't go over it, we can't go under it, we'll have to go through it. Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe. What's there? Dribbling bogey nose, big googly eye, it's a Brown!

Quick - back through the cave - tip-toe, tip-toe, back through the snow storm - hooo wooo, back through the dark forest - stumble trip, stumble trip, back through the mud - squelch squerch, back through the - river splish splosh, back through the grass - swish swash, into the House, up the stairs oh no we left the door open back down the stairs shut the door up the stairs, into bed, under the covers.

We should never go on a Brown hunt again.

7 comments:

patently said...

Very good!

Newmania said...

HG my life is a hell of Noddy , Thomas, Rory the Fire Engine , The Gruffalo , Alfie , Topsy and Tim, Puss in Boots and so on it goes

Is this a pastiche or have I lost my (Angels in ) marbles ? I know it sooo well

hatfield girl said...

All you need to do is ask your eldest son, N. He'll probably sing it to you.

(I found a box of the children's books. The world when they were small is really gone if even this is forgotten.)

Newmania said...

I have read it to him on numerous occassions . Be going to school this year HG.

hatfield girl said...

Imagine them all in first year infants, still trailing clouds of glory, N.

Big step, him going to school - for you I mean.

godless said...

Would you rather...

hatfield girl said...

Oh, have supper in a castle, Godless. Though breakfast in a balloon is very tempting it's nearly evening.