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He sang seven songs of freedom
Whilst his cat danced a jig
And his monkey rode side saddle
On this pot bellied young pig
And the people of the village
All looked at him in awe
For none had ever seen
His like and type before

As they .peeped from the trees
He could see tapping feet
As he switched up the volume
And speeded up the beat
And they flooded in to the open
Left the shelter of their trees
At first just a little slowly
Then out in twos and threes

And the herders came and took them
Marched them to their ships of grey
That scoured through the skies
Of the endless Milky Way
And the forest seemed so silent
Not a sound to be heard
A silence finally broken
By the singing of a bird

And the projected image
Of the singer and his pets
Continued to perform
For a little while yet
Until the coming night
Cut solar batteries one by one
And as darkness bathed the clearing
The singer flickered and was gone

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