The world beyond the rhubarb patch No-one seems to know Why he put it out of bounds Dr Barnardo Stig staggers on the cinder path Up beside the dump The ghost of Colin Wilson's in The bugger of a funk And if the nettle stings your hand You cure it with a dock And if you try to run away They hit you with a clock They say a black magician Trained a black jackdaw to talk The ghost of Colin Wilson has An electronic jaw The mushrooms in the library Were wolfed down by wild dogs Which went woofing to the forest Where researchers cut their logs And now there is a skull to see By the skullery Elizabeth is blubbering She hopes it's all a dream They say a black magician Trained a black jackdaw to talk The ghost of Colin Wilson has An electronic jaw