Delta40
05-20-2009, 09:31 AM
Bits of string to the wood
where the conkers be
There you might find
Ye old chestnut tree
A small foot in the crook
lifts a boyish body high
Yucky grimy knees
scraped on every side
So go forth young Brian
wrap your hand around
the fattest horse chestnuts
to ever be found
Pluck from its bough
choicest of the wise
stow within your breast
Find you the biggest prize!
Oh Conkerer see others
scrabble at your feet
shake, shake the tree!
let them grab the prickly treats!
leap back down to the earth
and colour autumn best
with the ancient song of herald
throughout the golden forest
'Oddly oddly onker!
Brian has done thee proud
I have my first conker!
begone you beggarly crowd'
where the conkers be
There you might find
Ye old chestnut tree
A small foot in the crook
lifts a boyish body high
Yucky grimy knees
scraped on every side
So go forth young Brian
wrap your hand around
the fattest horse chestnuts
to ever be found
Pluck from its bough
choicest of the wise
stow within your breast
Find you the biggest prize!
Oh Conkerer see others
scrabble at your feet
shake, shake the tree!
let them grab the prickly treats!
leap back down to the earth
and colour autumn best
with the ancient song of herald
throughout the golden forest
'Oddly oddly onker!
Brian has done thee proud
I have my first conker!
begone you beggarly crowd'