Nicholas Messenger - Chestnut Picking lyrics

Come down to the little forest universe of stump-crag glens of moss and lichen; painted autumn toadstools crowding every colour wonder cries to itemise; and puff-balls bubbling in their hides like green rhinocerae. Pins-in-your-fingers, come and pry, for the polished woods of chestnuts scattered roll on the beds of leaves, or in velvet wombs they gleam from their spiny chrysilae. Come as the twilight draws in badger holes like wells of winking water, and the hands of thin sticks clench to clasp the sky; with the talking, coloured children, gather home to roast your harvest on the bath-time fire