"Soil" by Roger McGough

we've ignored each other for a long time

and I'm strictly an indoor man

anytime to call would be the wrong time

I'll avoid you as long as I can

When I was a boy we were good friends

I made pies out of you when you were wet

And in childhood's remembered summer weather

We rough and tumbled together

We were very close

just you and me and the sun

the world a place for having fun

always so much to be done

But gradually I grew away from you

Of course you were still there

During my earliest sexcapades

When I rough and fumbled

Not very well after bedtime

But suddenly it was winter

And you seemed so cold and dirty

That I stayed indoors and acquired

A taste for girls and clean clothes

we found less and less to say

you were jealous so one day

I simply upped and moved away

I still called to see you on occasions

But we had little now in common

And my visits grew less frequent

Until finally

One coldbright April morning

A handful of you drummed

On my fathers waxworked coffin

at last it all made sense

there was no need for pretence

you said nothing in defence

And now recently

While travelling from town to town

Past where you live

I have become increasingly aware

Of you watching me out there.

Patient and unforgiving

Toying with the trees.

we've avoided eachother for a long time

and I'm strictly a city man

anytime to call would be the wrong time

I'll avoid you as long as I can