Poem © Shel Silverstein
Music © Gordon Bok
Shel was an astounding poet (and singer too, I am told) whose works would enrich any library, any life. I wish I had met him.
Gordon - viol
Oh what do you do, poor Angus
When hunger makes you cry
I fix myself an omelet, sir
Of fluffy clouds and sky
Oh what do you do, poor Angus
When the winds blow down the hills
I sew myself a warm cloak, sir
Of hope and daffodils
And who will you love, poor Angus
When Catherine's gone from the moor
Ah then, sir, then's the only time
I think I'm really poor
Poor Angus is recorded on the album Dear To Our Island