The roc wings fanwise,
Soaring ninety thousand li
And rousing a raging cyclone.
The blue sky on his back, he looks down
To survey Man's world with its towns and cities.
Gunfire licks the heavens,
Shells pit the earth.
A sparrow in his bush is scared stiff.
"This is one hell of a mess!
Oh I want to flit and fly away."
"Where, may I ask?"
The sparrow relies,
"To a jewelled palace in elfland's hills.
Don't you see a triple pact was signed
Under the bright autumn moon two years ago?
There will be plenty to eat,
Potatoes piping hot,
beef-filled goulash."
"Don't farce any more!
Look, the world is being turned upside down."
