But this time with a Teapot and the Forest of Dean…

Yesterday I wrote about the flood of dolphin-tics that came out during a ‘ticcing fit’ I had early in the morning. A very similar thing happened later in the day when Poppy was with me, except this time it came out as a song. Here’s how it went:

“The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
Went to a ball in Iraq.

The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
Went to a rave in Hackney.

The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
Lay down on the earth and cried.

The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
Are all on ‘Stars in your Eyes’.

The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
Say ‘Recycle your bin bags tonight’.

The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
The teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean,
Are the owls in the age of the bears. “

There were a lot more verses than this but, believe me, somewhere around the twentieth, Poppy and I just wanted the teapot, the dolphin and the Forest of Dean to give it a rest. And eventually they did.