Now is the Summer and I was in my tent
Made weary winter by this constant rain.
The clouds had burst and what was worse
My tent was pitched below a drain.
The rain in rivulets did course
Right through the tent and set afloat
Myself and air-bed like a boat
And swept me into yonder brook.
Oh, dearie me! Oh chuck, chuck, chuck!
Oh, rescue me, my knight so bold
Oh, save me from this water course.
I'm sopping wet and ff..ff.. flipping cold
My kingdom for a horse!
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