"What Happens On Tor, Stays On Tor"  (A Glastonbury Tale)

Eyes open wide
For the first time in time
I fell to the floor
When I climbed glastonbury tor
Following in footsteps had given us fright
We could tell from the view
That something’s not right
Wind becames static
the air becomes thin
This was apparent as
the mushrooms kicked in
Trees screamed in pain
As the grass turned to fire
Mother Nature had judged us all liars
I reached in my pocket
And pulled out a flute
Mother Nature smiled
And gave us some fruit
"What you must do now is not say a word
Or Return to the land and prepare for the flood
But first you must dance to the sound of the drum"
We filled are bladders with whisky and rum
We returned to the town are senses intact
I suffered a fall and an asthma attack
We fell through the worn rusted metal door
Vowing what happens on tor, stays on tor.