Conker (Magic Casket)

Cabinet-maker, could you craft me a conker?
Oil its wood, burnish its veneer, set it glowing from within?

Never, not a chance, no hope at all

King, then, could you command me a conker?
Compel its green spikes to grow, its white plush to thicken?

Impossible, impractical, inconceivable

Engineer, surely you could design me a conker?
Refine its form, mill its curves and edges?
Manufacture me that magic casket?

Unfeasible, unworkable, unimaginable

Realize this
(Said the Cabinet-maker, the King and the Engineer together)
Conker cannot be made, however you ask it
Whatever word or tool you use, regardless of decree
Only one thing can conjure conker
And that thing
Is tree



Credits
Writer(s): Kris John Robert Drever, Rachel Sandra Macleod Newton, Karine Anne Polwart, Julie Mairi Fowlis, Jim Molyneux, Seckou Keita, Beth Porter, Jackie Morris, Robert Grant Mcfarlane, Kerry Jennifer Andrew
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