Desire

I wish I were an heron

A-floating ’cross the sky

Or diving down to catch a fish

All in the River Wye

Or the man who gets to measure

A lady’s inside leg

Upstairs while downstairs

Her husband boils an egg

Or the boy whose Uncle Jacob

Leaves him chocolate when he dies

And jelly, cake and toffee

And Bramley apple pies

Or the German whom they came for

On that dreadful Kristallnacht,

Whose note upon the door read:

“I’ve moved – and that’s a facht!”

Or the fat man who so sudden

Lost a stone by eating tarts

And won a thousand pounds

Because he played the King of Hearts

Or the prisoner in the prison

Who is finally set free

But most of all I wish, I wish

That you were in love with me.