There once was a fellow called Little Jim
Who came when times were looking grim
He was our secret new investor
Nothing like that deal with Leicester
Brians pal he’d known for years
He met the fans, allayed their fears
Paid the wages, FIFA 2
A decent chap we could construe
Then Aidan Tynan, new GM
dopey dogs he did condemn
how did our club, this chap induce
Our saviour? Or the hangmans noose?
Sherlock Xtreme had dug real deep
One name appeared at every sweep
A Swindon fan then set us straight
Little Jim now knockin at their gate
Take Swindon over? Our chairman vice?
He then resigned, so what’s the dice?
Investment rolled into Arkaga?
That’s all we need, another saga
So did they own us all along?
Why only now a different song?
Excuse me but I ain’t being funny
Do they really expect to make some money?
There’s 2 ways now to view our pickle
For every fan, the staunch or fickle
Oppose, protest, go make your stand
Or wait and see the “promised land”?