[Narration: John Peel; Characters: Marc Bolan (?)]
Lionel Lark was an alchemist by profession but he loved to
quest. Li and Mole were a romantic pair. Li, with his many-coloured Zodiac coat
flapping about as he rode the Dawn Wind
Rubbing his rimless spectacles. He lectured Mole in his
larkish manner about the mythical Lilly Pond and its latitude and longitude,
and goofing sometimes, and mentioning the Hyperborians, the frozen folk who
lived behind the North Wind
At eight 'o-clock, he scribbled little spells and directions
on a dried mushroom parchment and Moley got proudly into his pigs-bladder
balloon. Lionel took off, at first a little shakely, but soon as swift as the
lordly eagle, the Emperor of the Sky-skinned Airships
Bopping through the morning clouds, Kingsley rocked to and
fro, now and again straightening his course by adjusting the misty spider's-web
rope which was harnessed around Lionel's little puffed-out chest. They made a
wonderful sight, these animal Wright Brothers
A lonely elf crunched the autumn leaves and solemnly
dictated to his mouse scribe long, winding spirals of wonderful runes which, in
our heavy translation would awaken Ra at midnight, or unhibernate a legion of
poley Albino-eyed Hedgehogs or even cause a chasm on the Deeply Swirl of
Foxnecks to drown a blessed water lily
Pan be praised for elfish ability to know about wisdom and
to use it wisely. The elf's autumn feet hidden in rose-pettled, pointed shoes
walked into the Mighty Grove and his never-ending stream of merriment soared
and gushed niagarally through the Wonderful Kingdom. But even as quick as it
came, it had ceased. His wise eyes became beacons of true light
As the piggy bundle tumbled from the blessed heavens, the
leaping elf hastily harnessed his beloved, tame nightingale and made for the
point of ejection with a heart of many carats. Entangled in thorns and briars
was Kingsley Mole, his snout sticking high in the splendoured air, tents of
zodiac folds cascaded over Lionel's larkish dome. Despectacled, he moaned into
Kingsley Mole's eyes and cursed all flying machines doomed to rely on the
ficklety of piggish bladders. The two saddened creatures trundled from their
rose-bush prison and lay scarlet and fatigued in the escaping afternoon
The handsome, elvin figure soared through dusking skies and
upon landing, kissed the proud brow of his sky steed and called a greeting to
Mole and Li. After tea from acorn cups and slices of blueberry pie, the
handsome elf told all the large legends that he knew about the perilous pond
and its scaley protectors. Also of its healing ability and how one draught of
pond dew could put forests of tangling tufts on the baldest badger or field
mouses' heads
After glow-worm talks and plans for the quest, the elf led
the tired companions through the foreboding fairy wood until the reached a
large, beautifully-worked leather fencing boot, which had a door in its heel
"My great grandfather," the elf said, as Lionel
commented about image engraved on the door knob
"An alchemist you know," said the fairy one
"Mmmmm," said Li suspiciously
They were made very comfortable in beds of great expanse,
spider web sheets, and towers of warm, wooly moss blankets. And, as always in
an elvish abode, dreams of the gentlest texture
[Song: Marc Bolan]
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
Romany soup, I gotta get some ooo, Romany Soup
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