The Singing Loins - Stuff

Running Away From Home

Robin Hood lived in Upnor Wood*
But all alone in my book.
Making arrows, skinning little bunnies;
Merry on his own.
You won't find me in my Lincoln green,
Not even Virgil in Thunderbird Three (SIC)

Robinson Crusoe; my favourite hero.
Why can't I be shipwrecked?
On Upnor beach, hide away from Friday,
Wipe away my footprints.
No smoke, no fire. That's my plan.
Just a funeral pyre for Action Man.

Now you've seen the living last of me.
I won't be home for my tea.
I like digging, much more than I like climbing,
Though I'm scared of darkness.
Now no-one, never, no more, will ever touch me
In the roots beneath the Hawthorn tree.

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Writer(s): Christopher Broderick, Robert Shepherd
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