Uncle Phil - When Stoat Turns to Ermine Lyrics

The beard of a mussel
The spikes of a thistle
There's no need to hustle
You only have to whistle
The petals on a daisy
The scales of a haddock
The animals go crazy
When I'm in the paddock

The whistle of a seal
The purring of a cat
I'm feeling down at heel
Tonight I'm sleeping on the mat
The spines on a teazle
The patience of a saint
I'll set up my easel
And capture you in paint

The zigzags on an adder
The wrong eyes of a goat
Nothing seems to matter
When ermine turns to stoat
The salmon leap upriver
The cats chase down the vermin
The earth begins to shiver
When stoat turns to ermine