Well once again he worked his magicLuring us from the midgy car park
Through the dank woods
Racing up Bellever Tor
Down and round to Laughter
On into the drizzle
Until we came to the place
Where we waited and waited
Then waited and waited
And sure enough
Right on time
One flew round us
And the sound was heard
So we were permitted
To return
To the PoW
Where last orders was called