My old man's a jockey, a jockey, a jockey, A jolly fine jockey is he. All day he rides horses, rides horses, rides horses, At night he comes home and rides me!
Years ago when I was a youth living and working in London I occasionally heard this verse sung at a party. Can't remember any more verses, and I have been trying to find out if any more have been recorded. There seems no record of it that Google (or even Google Scholar) can find. I have searched rugby club songs, hen party songs, and other rude collections in vain.
On summer's sun-warmed stones That pave the yard behind our home Old bumblebee had paused to rest. It lay there still in evening's chill No longer moving - we thought it dead, Then one black leg it feebly moved. Greek honey with warm water thinned And laid a drop beside its head. Down came the feeding tube to drink; It sucked and sucked and drank some more.
So into shelter the bee we took And left more nectar to give it strength. We thought by morning it would have flown But sadly found it lying dead. We...