Common Land
always owned
by people or a company
Seems a strange idea to me
We can walk and talk
out there
And sheep can graze
everywhere
But you cannot camp
on common land
unless you’re covered up
in wool
or big and brave
like John Bull

Not even a crow should know
what now in you I confide
turning his voice too low
he drew him closer to his side.

The listener strained his ears hard
nodded his head in assent
he wouldn't divulge one word
of the secret shared that moment.

Soon his face started showing crease
his belly bulged like balloon
he started feeling ill at ease
the burden was no boon.

He told his wife *what now I say
not be passed to another ear
mustn't see the light of day
keep to yourself only my dear.

The secret did her badly tease
made her silent morose
she couldn't breathe without release
must tell someone her close.

The secret spread like forest fire
were talking too many men
winds breathed it in the air
sun shone on it poured rain!

Drunk on the nectar
Crinkled wings the butterfly still
One last sip savoured