Rig-A-Dig, Dig, Dig

Pip, where have you fallen to now?

Or been raised to?

Pip, why have you forsaken yourself?

One man's junk is another man's wealth

And is a man ever alone or just an island himself?

Pip, whose blue carpets are these?

You peek under and take a look

And find you're only a facet there

A sketch down the firmament's plug hole

Bane of the apple tree

Bane of the satsuma

Only for the one who's choking

Whose boat has surely passed him by

Pip hears him up on the loom

Sewing antiquity to eternity

Pip peeks over the celestial fence

And he searches for himself there

Let this coward drift

Pip has forsaken himself

Hear these final steps

He's fallen from his ledge