Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Lugger Bugger

Looking north from Maralal to the valley of South Horr,
There's a bloody great sand lugger filled with dung and elephant spore,
If you walk along the lugger when the evening shadows creep,
You'll find a poor old bugger sound asleep,
His left hand holds a demi-jar, his right a broken glass,
There's a fishing rod made up behind his ear,
And he murmurs in his slumbers, you can hear him if you're near,
Bang 'em Hugill bang em boy and bring the blighters here.


Written by my father in 1970 after safari to Lake Rudolph in Kenya

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