A Celebration of Leonard Mascall

[Verse 1] A grafting knife, a strip of bark, A measured cut beneath the mark; Clay pressed close, the twine drawn tight, A country tree made ready right. [Verse 2] He set the method down in English, Plain enough for hands to follow: Ink to brew and grease to lift, Garden traps and hens to tend. [Chorus] Turn the page, take up the tool, Small clear steps can change the rule; From orchard rows to kitchen yard, Good work grows when knowledge’s shared. [Verse 3] No lofty Latin locked away, No riddled charm to lead astray; Just where to slice and how to bind, A patient measure, plainly signed. [Bridge] Kent’s young branches take the graft, Sussex pears grow sweet at last; One careful hand, then thousands more, And fruitful rows across the shire. [Chorus] Turn the page, take up the tool, Small clear steps can change the rule; From orchard rows to kitchen yard, Good work grows when knowledge’s shared. [Outro] The book goes on from hand to hand, A clean-cut guide for field and land; The seasons turn, the orchards rise— A measured craft beneath the skies.