Magic Roundabout Testo

I am Zebedee
Lord of the woods,
Bow down snail
I have dominion,
As a child born with no legs
I was sent away for years to save the neighbours sneers,
I returned to a spurn,
'Father, hold me!'
'You are no son of mine, you freak, you spring boy!'
Bow down to the spring
For I am king of the roundabout!
... Time for bed.