A Two-Legged Fiend

A doctor of spin, a doctor of spin,
He'll often sound profound:
He's honest and faithful and shaven of chin,
That hickory dickory doctor of spin.

A slug eats your cabbage,
A snail eats sweet peas,
'Cause they are just travellers
Moving on sleaze;

They'll leave your their trails
And a sound bite of leaf,
And swallow your garden
While giving you grief -

But a doctor of spin, a doctor of spin,
He'll often sound profound:
He's honest and faithful and cloven of chin,
That hickory dickory doctor of spin.

[July 1998]

From the book Labour Pangs

Poor weather brought a plague of snails and slugs. Roy Rogers died.


with apologies to Trigger