While going to Widdecombe fair, On old Tom Pearce's grey mare, On the Taunton bypass She slipped on her ass And sat there, her nose in the air.
Harry Hawk said "Now there's no doubt, What the nagneeds is a clout." So we gave her a smack, But she just arched her back, And let a terrific fart out.
Jan Stewer said "That ain't no good. Try giving the creature some food. Find her something to eat." So we offered a beet But it didn't change the beast's mood.
Then Peter, the programmer bold Said "We'll all climb off into the road. Then return to her back, She's just like my Mac, All you need do is reload."
Tiddy Ogg.
Last updated: Sun, 19 Sep 1999.