We wake up nice and early,
have a Barry Fry and wash,
and go and check the birds out,
and I certainly don’t mean Posh.
As we gaze up at the Sky Blues,
towards the eastern Sun Jihai,
we notice Andy Gray,
who’s working there for SKY.
Because it’s a beautiful David May day,
the first species that we see,
is a buzzing along contently,
We see the Bluebirds, and Mark Robbins,
Magpies and Palace Eagles,
and there is Stevie Coppell,
with his Brighton Seagulls.
Garrincho the Brazilean ‘songbird’,
dummying all the clouds,
and the Canaries from Carrow Road,
singing tunes out loud.
John Bird of Cardiff, flying by,
watching ‘Budgie’ Byrne below,
and we see that bloke from Villa,
I think his name’s Vic Crowe.
Next we stroll into the Chris Woods,
and survey the Matty Green trees,
and we see the Watford Hornets,
and a swarm of Brentford Bees.
We’re being careful of the Andy Thorns,
and the Lee Sharpe, Partick Thistle,
when all of a sudden from a tree,
we hear a referees loud whistle.
It’s the man in black Pat Partridge,
watching the pears grow,
and we ask him who his father is,
but he doesn’t seem to know.
We hear the Owls of Sheffield,
giving off a hoot,
and we see Joe Royle and Gerry Queen,
on their Gerry Daly shoot.
We come across Mark Parrot,
he repeats all that we say,
and we see the Bradford Bantams,
from City not P.A **
We venture into Tim Sherwood Forest,
the home of Harry Hood,
and we nod to Adrian Littlejohn,
who is chopping up – Alfie Wood.
He shows us, his David Cross bow,
and his Mark Bowen arrow,
then aims it at a Paul Birch tree,
and shoots down poor John Sparrow.
We retire that night, quite early,
we’ve had enough we all decide,
cos tomorrow is a big day,
down by the RIVERSIDE.
to be continued as FOOTBALL IN THE WATER.