Tyrannosaurus Rex
stacey grove
Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine,
Hat full of wine.
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies,
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies.
Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus
He drinks acorn juice.
Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat,
He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet.
Antelope head his beard skylark red
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood.
And now that the gate of his evening is late
He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog.
Oh he's a nice cat
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- Miscellaneous
- For the Lion and the Unicorn in the Oak Forests of Faun
- A Whole Zinc of Finches
- A Beard Of Stars
- A Beard of Stars (Deluxe Edition)
- Live In Concert
- Across the Airwaves
- Bolan Boogie
- Get It On - The Collection
- Prophets, Seers & Sages
- Prophets, Seers and Sages: The Angels of the Ages
- Prophets, Seers and Sages: The Angels of the Ages (Deluxe)
- Folk Magnet, Vol. 2
- Marc Bolan At the BBC - The Best of the BBC Recordings
- At the BBC
- Unicorn
- In the Magic Garden of Peppermint Store
- Unicorn (Deluxe)
- A Crown of Dark Swansdown (Live)
- My People Were Fair and Had Sky In Their Hair...But Now...