Three Strangers Doggerel Song

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Three strangers come in from the wild
Their feet are wet and bare
They smell of leaves, of muddy sheaves
And the earth breathes in their hair

Now the first wears scarlet bonnet
With spots crusted like cream
One trembling bite and a merry night
And forever more you’ll dream

Now the next is tall and shining
Angel white and sweet of smell
And will take you straight to the final gate
Though it lead to heaven or hell

Now the final one is quiet
Though his foot be swollen round
Though he seems so plain, do not test his fame,
Or sleep ever underground

Three strangers by the pantry door
From soil and field and tree
Never bid them dine, never give them time
Or they’ll stay longer than thee.

© Copyright Debbie Gallagher 2/12/2014 all rights reserved