The Gay Prince and the Cherry Tree

The Prince has returned to his frozen kingdom. What a difference a day makes. It may be winter out there. But in the bunker..... it's summer again.

Now all we need is a cherry tree....














Cherries of the night are riper
Than the cherries pluckt at noon
Gather to your fairy piper
When he pipes his magic tune:
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
Under the moon.
And you’ll be fairies soon.

In the cherry pluckt at night,
With the dew of summer swelling,
There’s a juice of pure delight,
Cool, dark, sweet, divinely smelling.
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
And you’ll be fairies quite.

When I sound the fairy call,
Gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall,
Cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter.
For the eater
When the dews fall.
And you’ll be fairies all.

ROBERT GRAVES
Fairies and Fusiliers

Mmmmm....rounder....sweeter....for the eater....
Let the freezing rain fall.
Under the moon.
The fairies play.
See ya soon!!

Simon