If I were designing a new me from scratch I would make a slight change here and there. For starters I'd give me the eyes of the hawk And I'd take the great strength of the bear. Then I'd add on the pouch of the kangaroo So I'd have a safe place for my keys, The spots of the leopard, the legs of the frog, And the bright yellow stripes of the bees. The ears of the bunny, the elephant's nose And some beautiful antlers perhaps, And the shell of the turtle that I could crawl in For some undisturbed noontime naps. I'd proudly wear the peacock's tail The sailfish's majestic sail And if I got bored I'd just flap my wings And gracefully fly away.
There's a man growing down in my garden, He's scattered in pieces and parts. His head's made entirely of cabbage, And I think that's a very good start. His eyes peek from the potatoes, His ears listen from the corn stalks, He hasn't a nose But he has toma-toes And with time he may learn how to walk.
Welcome to The Conservatory. My name is Winslow Smudge, and these are my thoughts laid bare. You have my permission to wander these grounds at your leisure - feel free to enjoy, ponder or mock (if you must). But please keep in mind that some of these thoughts are quite delicate, and all are very special to me.