Gong, bong, pong, what is right and wrong

The powers that be do smell

And would like us to live in hell

We need to make sure us cool cats are allright

So we put up a fight

We battle like Braveheart, and do good, as fiery as Hood

Robin that is, not the Thunderbirds baddie

He is a nasty wee laddie

And wants everyone to die, preferably like a fly

Drowning in soup, toxic gamma ray soup

In the chocolate, sucked was Augustus Gloop

Bucket not Bouquet is the best, better than all the rest

Alas we don’t hear Tin o Tuna no more

Because Chris Needs has gone under the floor

Death would be good if it wasn’t real, just a lot of gore