As cars go by I cast my mind's eye   Over back packs on roof racks   Beyond the horizon   Where dream makers   Working white plastic processors   Invite the unwary   To reach for the pie in the sky   Go fishing my boy!      We set out in the spring   With a trunk full of books about everything   About solar devices   And how nice natural childbirth is   We cut down some trees   And we trailed our ideals   Through the forest glade   We dammed up the stream      And the kids cooled their heels   In the fishing pool we'd made   We held hands and we exchanged bands   And we practically lived off the land   You adopted a fox cub   Whose mother was somebody's coat   You fed him by hand   And then snuggled him down   By the grandfather bed while I wrote   We grew our own maize   And I only occasionally went into town   To stock up on antibiotics   And shells for the shotgun that I kept around   I told the kids stories while you worked your loom   And the sun went down sooner each day.   Chapter six in which Eeyore has a birthday   And gets two presents   Daddy...come on dad   Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by the side   Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water   "Pathetic" he said, "That's what it is"   "Good morning Eeyore" said Pooh   "Oh" said Pooh, He thought for a long time      The leaves all fell down   Our crops all turned brown   It was over   As the first snowflakes fell   I realized all was not well in the camp   The kids caught bronchitis   The space heater ran out of diesel   One weekend a friend from the East   Rot his soul   Stole your heart   I said "Fuck it then   Take the kids back to town   Maybe I'll see you around"      And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams   To the wind and the rain   Taking only our stash   Left our litter and trash   And set out on the road again   On the road again      Bye Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy   You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl   But don't bring Liza