Olly Maple

Olly Maple inspired my rhymes
A country lad in bizarre times
Rambled cause he loved his voice
Olly Maple, my favourite boy

Cared little for fiendish plots
Lost in his brazen thoughts
Phantoms of a world gone by
Observed at stretch, the nothingness of skies

And in the woods, his hidden shack
A carnival of tricks on rustic racks
And twigs and strings and jingles of joy
Olly Maple, you were my favourite boy