I met a man that wasn’t there
I saw his hat - I saw his boots
half his trousers - bit of coat
The rucksack on his back was there
His belly wasn’t anywhere
His brain had fallen through his neck
His heart was in his boots I think
I looked around on the ground
His organs nowhere to be found
No doubt a seagull had come down
Snapped them up and flown around
Circling high above the Teign
Dropping bits of lung and spleen
Recycling is a worthy thing
With bits of plastic, bits of string
But when it comes to this poor man
Who’s really made of pots and pans
I have to wonder have to ask
What happened to the poor guy’s bottom
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