Jackdaw

The world beyond the rhubarb patch
No-one seems to know
Why he put it out of bounds
Dr Barnardo
Stig staggers on the cinder path
Up beside the dump
The ghost of Colin Wilson’s in
The bugger of a funk
And if the nettle stings your hand
You cure it with a dock
And if you try to run away
They hit you with a clock
They say a black magician
Trained a black jackdaw to talk
The ghost of Colin Wilson has
An electronic jaw
The mushrooms in the library
Were wolfed down by wild dogs
Which went woofing to the forest
Where researchers cut their logs
And now there is a skull to see
By the skullery
Elizabeth is blubbering
She hopes it’s all a dream
They say a black magician
Trained a black jackdaw to talk
The ghost of Colin Wilson has
An electronic jaw