The Idyll of Upton Izzy

Lyrics: Master John Inchingham
Music: Barbara Allen

Long, long ago, in days of yore,
Before tofu or bagels,
Lived clever Isabel, the sheperd of
Idyllic Upton Paggles.

Her sheep did graze the Upton hills,
Alongside swift white waters.
By the banks of sweet Pagglestream, the bah-bahs played
With Isabel Moondaughter.

“Alas,” Izzy sighed, “I’m discontent.
I yearn to be satisfied intellectually.
And these dumb wooly bleaters, they have no clue.
I think now is the time for a deus ex machina in the guise of guy to come and rescue me.”

Then came one day, up Paggleway,
A young loquacious herald.
Loudly, he cried to maiden, sheep and sky,
“Folks call me Evening Sparrow!”

Much they discussed, till long past dusk.
O-yay! And ring ding dello!
‘Round the fire they conspired, watching nighthawks fly,
And they toasted . . . the Medieval-equivalent of marshmellows.

When woke the dawn, and morning yawned,
Our heroine swore softly.
“Here lies the man I’ll wed—but oh my aching head!
His chatter drives me crazy!”

Now Mistress Izzy spins wool at home
(So humbly ends our fable),
While her hubby happily heralds sheep o’er the hills of
Idyllic Upton Paggles.

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