Miracle

So
I bought this flying cleric
At a boot sale in Warwick
The man with the van said
He'd seen the guy fly but you had to feed him
Sugar lumps soaked in brandy
The sugar lumps weren't important
The upthrust was all in the liquor
But the vicar was teetotal
So you had to sneak it into his grub
All surreptitious like

I paid twenty nicker
I didn't really want him but
You know what it's like at a carboot
You see stuff and think
What the hell

Well
When I got him home
He started to weep
He said his name was Andrew
And he wasn't really a flying vicar
Just an out of work roofer
The dog collar was from a charity shop
He offered me the twenty quid back
I said
Keep it, mate
Because I felt a bit sorry for him
And once
When I broke down in Sudbury
The local rev
Gave me a push

After a cup of tea
I stood in the doorway
Waving him off
He paused beneath the beech
Smiled and called out
Gawd bless yer
Then arms by his sides, chin raised,
Bucked and powered upwards in a confetti
Of splintered branches, like a dolphin
Bursting through spray