CONGO MURRAY

We were largely content
To play in the avenue

Stadium of our invention

Sixty something children or so

Largely content with skilled

And innocent games

But there were days

When we needed to know

Courage and how much of it

We had in us

As one we marched down

To the top of Tone Avenue

Pitting ourselves against

The patience and restraint

Of Congo Murray who had

No patience in him at all

Here Congo! here Congo!

We in unison roared

Springing him into leap

And chase till we were

Safely home and he was

In retreat

We did it again and again

Until  he got so vexed

He decided to put a stop

To our collective gallop

The girl let out a screech

That turned us cold

Pumping blood that made

Us colder still

Congo had taken a huge

Lump out of her leg

Swear to God we said

Crossing our throats

Our tails between our legs

For a while