Climbing higher than usual
We passed through different kinds of tree
Some from somewhere else
The temperature wobbled, it was at least 54
And so cold with it
Enough to put all that other shit to shame
We must be strict and rigorous
While around us the world gathers
And weighs new and additional data
The Book told me how
Sillett and The Youth
Ousted a President by doing something
We ought to try something of the same sort
Although barking up the wrong tree
Seems to happen a lot
© Martin Stannard, 2019