Hedgehog in the Fog

I had my bread-and-butter first time when heard your name
All mates were hooked on Banksy and thinking out of frame
My heart stole Waterhouse and soul lent William Blake
I dreamt of being Mary Antoinette with cake

Meanwhile the trooping colours and changing of the guard
Parading with a trumpet composed bilingual bard
O tempora, o mores, I’m drifting like a log
Collecting wisdom apples - a hedgehog in the fog

I am not an odd man out
It’s not my cup of tea
The weeds begin to sprout
Revealed my royalty

My spirit gains around when others lose their touch
A rule of thumb, my darling, I had on plate too much
I was just bread-and-butter possessed with walks in air
Not all the little women end up to miss Jane Eyre

Meanwhile the trooping colours and changing of the guard
Parading with a trumpet composed bilingual bard
O tempora, o mores, I’m drifting like a log
Collecting wisdom apples - a hedgehog in the fog

I am not an odd man out
It’s not my cup of tea
The weeds begin to sprout
Revealed my royalty
Revealed my royalty
Revealed my royalty