Växjö
The most upstanding of all forests By rail to Danmark by Øre No communist would win And we scrubbed the estate for fulsome Ray I had things to eat of berry And prowess by the phone I surrendered To find two cars- two kinds of just nearby In nearby and returned to the lake Of jealousy time for mine was not theirs But I entered the glasshouse by dusk And reading of strawberries and dust masks and the perils of the Viking Who noticed the epic of Maine -It was upstanding to be Peter And to have all those cats come in from the lightning No fortress was here but we had every stone To polish for the end of the bow Wendy was here As was her cycle And the chain was clean as Brill morning So we walked to the cathedral And prayed for our forest And cancelled the jet to nearby This is Växjö, This is home I married my very best friend And the day of the war Was none It unhappened And the upstanding park saddled by To bereave no-one is Växjö We stare at the hearse in respect It rarely passes on time As we fill up the rows Of our own And of theirs And of Wine