Beatles Mangelwurzel Tea Party


Life was knobbly and gnarly
An old man's walking stick
Made of ash
I straightened myself out
At the Beatles Mangekwurzel Party
And had a real bash

I was a shy lad，
Face beetroot red
After a few slices of Mangel
Wurzel cake and a drop
Of the old Mangelwurzel wine
I asked you for a dance

You gathered up all your quirky words
And said yes
Absolutely
I don’t see why not,
The Mangelwurzel waltz commenced
Wurlitzer, piano, saxophone

Port Sunlight and Great Polden Hills
Marvellous places
Many mangelwurzel friends
Full of panache
A phantasmagoria of new words
And emotions.