The Swampland Anthem
We live in the Swamp and our motto is service
Over the hills and dales we love to roam
At the end of the day when the sun is setting
We turn our footsteps and head for home.
Our dress may be weird and our habits peculiar
With gloodge, swodge and swill and green anoraks
We always return from our Swamplike wanderings
And as we're all right, then blow you Jack.
We went down to Buckmore on one Friday evening
And dropped into Chatham on the Saturday too
With onions and bunions and knews that were frezing
Aren't you glad that you didn't come too?
Well there it is, all we have to do now is write the next verse
for our last weekend. May I suggest an ending something like this
.....
I'll fetch the water; it's quicker
on the scooter
And we'll use Trog's hat for boiling
up the stew.
All you have to do is fill in the missing first two line. I'll award
a prize for most original; a free Whitsun Camp with the Cubs. |