in a field amongst the poop,
you'll find the place where swallows shoot,
where nettles grow without restraint,
the swallows shoot without complaint.
A dreadful place, should there be rain,
And yet you all, came back again,
One by one, we'll stop to shoot,
Amid the nettles and piles of poop,
So guard yourself against the rain,
Against the nettles, they're such a pain,
Enjoy the day and shoot 'til lunch,
Courtesy of, the Swallows Bunch.
its brilliant !
mike can we put it up in the swallows hut .....?
please
lol