When I was still a pig-tailed lass An end of term report From my kind of St Trinian's Just made me swear and snort.
It caused my Ma to chortle Because she thought it fair “We feel that little Ailsa Is not a good team player”
Well that's a load of poppycock Or so to me it seems I join in like a good 'un When I can choose the teams
Shoved out upon a hockey pitch Where massed amazons did mill I picked my stick up manfully Laid about me with a will.
So that's not what the rules decree Well they are now the fools I'm clumsy, I'll break anything But most especially....rules!
When I was in the Pony Club I showed initiative By organising jousting My helmet was a sieve
That wasn't met with favour Cos our bamboo-stick made lances Caused quite a lot of damage From even quite slight glances.
And so on FB nowadays I have to avoid groups I haven't changed, I'm still the same I choose my own strange troops.