and bristle,
At the lonely pipe
of a Swanee Whistle,
As a boat propelled by musical bars
Sails gently off towards the stars..
And knitted mourners
Sadly group
Around a well of cooling soup,
As on his way our hero quickens,
Home to roost
With the Iron Chicken...
R.I.P. Oliver Postgate (12 April 1925 – 8 December 2008)
