Uncle Phil - When Stoat Turns to Ermine

The beard of a mussel
The spikes of a thistle
There's no need to hustle
You only have to whistle
The petals on a daisy
The scales of a haddock
The animals go crazy
When I'm in the paddock

The whistle of a seal
The purring of a cat
I'm feeling down at heel
Tonight I'm sleeping on the mat
The spines on a teazle
The patience of a saint
I'll set up my easel
And capture you in paint

The zigzags on an adder
The wrong eyes of a goat
Nothing seems to matter
When ermine turns to stoat
The salmon leap upriver
The cats chase down the vermin
The earth begins to shiver
When stoat turns to ermine

Written by:
Phil Gray

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