Eco tourism is listening to the wind – it’s always saying something
Eco tourism is hiding in wait for a marvellous creature to cross the carpet
Eco tourism is strolling around the garden, napping under the rhubarb leaves
Eco tourism is getting down with the lichen on the balcony
Eco tourism is examining the sky, chatting with the rain
Eco tourism is squabbling with the sparrows
Eco tourism is realising that animals don’t like you
Unless they want to eat you
And even then it’s nothing personal
Eco tourism is putting your boot through the TV
When the Travel Channel is on
Eco tourism is sitting at home, writing angry letters to the editor
About eco tourism
Eco tourism is picketing eco tourism fairs
Eco tourism is pushing the car to the scrap yard
Taking with you the power mower, strimmer, electric toothbrush, vibrator etc
And walking home
Eco tourism is going out and painting the town green
Eco tourism is communing with the mirror
Eco tourism is cycling through the mind
Eco tourism is looking into your lover’s eyes
Eco tourism is getting back to nature
By looking up your arse
After you’ve taken your head out
TOY
O my little planet my little blue planet
I’m going to pick you up and put you in my pocket
I’m going to fly around you seven times in one breath
I’m going to wrap you up with string and brown paper
I’m going to drill a hole so I can see right through you
I’m going to wear you as a tongue stud
I’m going to squeeze you like a stress ball
I’m going to pop you like a blue balloon
I’m going to pot you in the top right corner
I’m going to bottle you like a quail’s egg
I’m going to juggle you with a torch and dagger
I’m going to gamble you away on one throw of the dice
I’m going to give you a crew-cut and fire you from my catapult
I’m going to keep pushing pushing you uphill
I’m going to light the blue touch paper and stand close
O my little planet my darling little planet
Lay your lovely head next to mine on the pillow
And I’ll sing you a lullaby to spin you to sleep
