Alligator Pie Poet
Alligator pie, alligator pie,
If I don't get some I think I'm gonna die.
Give away the green grass, give away the sky,
But don't give away my alligator pie.
Alligator stew, alligator stew,
If I don't get some I don't know what I'll do.
Give away my furry hat, give away my shoe,
But don't give away my alligator stew.
Alligator soup, alligator soup,
If I don't get some I think I'm gonna droop.
Give away my hockey stick, give away my hoop,
But don't give away my alligator soup.
Dennis Lee, come marry me
Unless you've got something
What a higglety pigglety pair
We could make
You with your Alligator Pie
Me with my mocha maple chocolate cake.
For those who do not get it, the cake is a reference to the cake in Sleeping Dragons All Around. I was writing it the same time I did my MA thesis on Dennis Lee and Canadian children's poetry back in 1988. Lee's poetic vision, essays and adult poetry influenced me as much as his children's verse.
Yes, I actually recited this poem to him once. He politely declined my marriage proposal.
I still learn from Lee's polyphony. Here's a fabulous interview by Andrew Pyper.
As for marriage proposals to gentle men who never lost the spark of their inner child, I moved on.
I miss you and still love you sweet Ernie Coombs. Heart of a poet and door-opener of imagination.