Songs Written in Desert Vista Hospital

Creativity Created Whilst in Evaluation

Farseer’s Son and Admiral

The sad girl and her happy lover

Lived just down the way from each other.

One day they were a-strolling,

Her dainty gait and his sailor’s rolling

Always - led to the meadow.

For there they knew their love was safe.

And yet her father espied them in his cape,

Riding hard to the village - the sailor’s life to pillage

Coming upon the square he cried,

“My daughter’s rape! Are none of them safe?”

The town was quick to mount,

Their intention to waylay.
Having no interest in what the lovers said,

The crowd hauled two great barrels.

Singing war carols, they tramped away, away/

The lovers heard the tune of war,

Thinking to face punishment or…

“Elope I say! Let’s get away

The world is only as vast as a sea can sway.”

They left the town and their chasing hounds to bay.

Jim the Long

O Jim! O Jim! They called him Slim

But ne’er to his face.

For e’en though he was fat

He won every race!

The huntress blessed him to be long and swift

And never would he lose!

He jigggled and wobbled

His gross shaking from the booze!

One day his challenger thought Jim was ill

Afflicted by winter’s cooool

They though the Long Man tooo ooooold!

They started from the village quick,

Jim smoked the flower and expelled his sick

‘Twas only from excess snoooow!
Patrick thought he drove them out,

Yet little did he know the songs

Are needed only for sons’ trees to grow.

We druids ne’er left the land,
Just stored our seeds to sow.

We druids never left the land,

Taking only what’s needed in tow.

O Jim! O Jim! The one called Slim
He summoned up his power,
Picking only the finest buds
He smoked the hand-leaved flower.
His back a-cracked and his aches left

He whistled a tune without breath!

Launching down the way a curse he did not say,

His challengers were caught in fog,

And fell into the the bay.
As Jim raced by he claimed his name,

Crying, “I am Jim the Long!
And you are nowhere close to same!”