Peach pip, you’re about to visit
Worlds of which you never dreamed.
I’m about to throw you forthwith
In the rolling ocean deeps,
Deeps so very deep and dark
You’d be right to have the creeps.
Peach pip, I believe there must be
Ten thousand feet of water here,
Disposed in layers, light part upmost
And the bottom more than black.
Deeps so very deep and dark
I fear conditions must be yak.
I hear of great wide plains of darkness
Floored by lavas from earth’s core.
I hear of mountain chains volcanic
Fire-formed rising from the plains.
Deeps so very deep and dark.
These are plains which know no rains.
I doubt that even if it’s mutant
One could plant a peach tree there.
Peach trees seem to need the sunlight
And of this there is a lack.
Deeps so very deep and dark,
Of success they do not smack.
Then there is this little problem
Of the compensation layer,
At which things you’re made of vanish,
Dissolving in a watery grave.
Deeps so very deep and dark,
Of this here layer I’d not rave.
I wonder if perhaps you’d float,
Rather than sink in the brine,
And maybe you would find an island
On which you’d put down your rootlets.
Deeps so very deep and dark.
But sandy beaches don’t suit treelets.
On reflection on these factlets
It becomes quite crystal clear
That to throw it in the ocean
Would be murdering a pip.
Deeps so very deep and dark.
Much better in a garbage tip.
Juicy was the outside bit
Which came with you my helpless pip,
And murder isn’t really nice
When its object is a friend.
Deeps so very deep and dark.
So I’ll try to make amend.
So I’ll keep my surplus pip
And send it to a garbage tip,
Where with quite a bit of luck
It might make good.
Deeps so very deep and dark.
Deeps so very deep and dark,
Floored with mudstone and with basalt and with gunky gunky goo
With muddy slides and with slidey muds; and horrid fishes too, fishes too.
RAE, 1983
Peach pip, you’re about to visit
Worlds of which you never dreamed.
I’m about to throw you forthwith
In the rolling ocean deeps,
Deeps so very deep and dark
You’d be right to have the creeps.
Peach pip, I believe there must be
Ten thousand feet of water here,
Disposed in layers, light part upmost
And the bottom more than black.
Deeps so very deep and dark
I fear conditions must be yak.
I hear of great wide plains of darkness
Floored by lavas from earth’s core.
I hear of mountain chains volcanic
Fire-formed rising from the plains.
Deeps so very deep and dark.
These are plains which know no rains.
I doubt that even if it’s mutant
One could plant a peach tree there.
Peach trees seem to need the sunlight
And of this there is a lack.
Deeps so very deep and dark,
Of success they do not smack.
Then there is this little problem
Of the compensation layer,
At which things you’re made of vanish,
Dissolving in a watery grave.
Deeps so very deep and dark,
Of this here layer I’d not rave.
I wonder if perhaps you’d float,
Rather than sink in the brine,
And maybe you would find an island
On which you’d put down your rootlets.
Deeps so very deep and dark.
But sandy beaches don’t suit treelets.
On reflection on these factlets
It becomes quite crystal clear
That to throw it in the ocean
Would be murdering a pip.
Deeps so very deep and dark.
Much better in a garbage tip.
Juicy was the outside bit
Which came with you my helpless pip,
And murder isn’t really nice
When its object is a friend.
Deeps so very deep and dark.
So I’ll try to make amend.
So I’ll keep my surplus pip
And send it to a garbage tip,
Where with quite a bit of luck
It might make good.
Deeps so very deep and dark.
Deeps so very deep and dark,
Floored with mudstone and with basalt and with gunky gunky goo
With muddy slides and with slidey muds; and horrid fishes too, fishes too.
RAE, 1983