- It started with Col on the ABC
one day
- When he opened his mouth and
happened to say
- That we called them Blue
Fairies; the TRG tough;
- For fragile male egos that was
more than enough.
- They had to do something; they
really were mad;
- We didn’t know what, but we
knew it’d be bad,
- ‘Cos you can’t call them names
like Fairies in Blue.
- Were they ever pissed off?
Their anger grew!
- So we packed up the Rainbows*,
scarves a-waving
- And told them the tree folk
needed saving.
- They tripped down the road; a
jubilant throng
- Praising Rob Burrows with
their NVA** song.
- Then the Fairies jumped up in
full
camo
gear,
- Enquiring of the Rainbows
"What are you doing here?"
- So with kisses and flowers and
so much more
- The Rainbows heard the clang
of the lockup door.
- Bilbo had been with them, but
vanished in the night;
- He knew what was looming with
his greenie insight,
- He’d moved to the back when he
smelt ‘The Blue’ near,
- So when the Fairies pounced he
was well in the clear,
- Away down the gully, beyond a
little brook;
- Away on the path that the real
greenies took.
- With Fairies on the ground it
wouldn’t be a breeze;
- They’d have to find another
way to ‘feed’ the trees.
- So another day dawned on the
treetops high
- And the tree sitters awoke to
a clear morning sky.
- While in Eden’s cold cells
with a grunt and a clang
- The Rainbows were thrown where
they joyously sang
- "Oh here in the prison, it is
good for our souls:
- We’re suffering for our NVA
goals." -
- The acolytes of Burrows
chanted his strange line,
- Ending with a ‘whoosh’ they
thought was very fine.
- And as the Fairies in Blue
bellied up to the bar
- It was business as usual in the
treetops afar.
- *Followers of the NVA purist
Robert Burrows
- ** Non Violent Action