If all the world were pen and ink br And all the folk were sorrow, br If all the trees were burly breeze br And Wednesdays, come tomorrow, br If all the stars were out of sight br And snow fell softly overnight, br If all we woke to morning white br Who’d lantern light the morrow? br br If all the earth were beaten gold br And all the fields were fallow, br If all the bees were try-to-please br And all the mud marshmallow, br If all the children walked away br To never change from day to day br But gambolled in the autumn hay, br Who’d taper light the tallow? br br 29 November 1972br br David Lewis Pagetbr br