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[Funrunna]

The Fraggledy Frags

The Fraggledy Frags are asleep in their beds
unaware of the nonsense above all their heads
The Thistlethwaites' party (Their ball's in full swing)
in honour of one named the Thistlethwaites' King

Drenched in wealth's stupor they don't realise
the Thistlethwaite King is a clown in disguise
He has so much fortune ten kingdoms and more
and he's toasted and hosted, unlike no one before

A braggart a blaggard as evil as sin
yet the Thistlethwaites' all really wish they were him
As they dance in a circle to the music so loud
each Thistlethwaites' nose is all turned up and proud

With a pat on the back the odd wink and a nod
the Thistlethwaite King who believes he is God
Scorns the downtrodden 'pon whom it is said
a Thistlethwaites' nukes would as soon see them dead

The Fraggledys sleep while beyond them above
nonsense persists without mercy or love
The planet is raped and and the atmosphere stinks
as be damned and get rich is behind all those winks

 

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The hollyhocks grow tall

Summer blooms smell sweetly now the Hollyhocks grow tall
The Ivy and Clematis vowd to climb the garden wall.
The borders are a riot and the gravelled paths are clean
there's not a thing here out of place to spoil a perfect scene.

The sun is high above me and there's bird song in the air
while you my love, my own true love, are somewhere over there.
Over where the shadows fall beyond my verdant dream
beyond where love can't take my hand. Beyond, beyond I mean.

There beneath the Yew tree in a place where nothing grows
there thou art beyond my joy, my garden or my prose.
Summer blooms smell sweetly and the Hollyhocks grow tall
but you my love, my sweetest love lie there. Beneath it all.