Oh,horticultural college, you have charm
To gray old souls your roses are a balm
But it I need a stimulant
To Tottenham Hotspurs I’ll be sent
To see the players break each other’s arms”
O gardens fair ,O trees with bark that gleams
O roses red, your scent is full of schemes
But if my brain needs waking up
I’ll burn the ordnance survey map
Nothing ever is just what it seems.
O cafeteria , what a terrace fair
While others eat I chew off my own hair
But when my sister takes a snap
She makes me hug some sweet tall chap
‘Tis her husband,Isee he loves the pair.!
If he were Muslim he might have two wives
One to kiss and one to polish leaves
But as we are all Anglicans
Bigamy is not our plan
We’d like to know if we can preconceive
Oh,horticulture is a lovesome art
Which gives us flowers with which to decorate
But once a week
We have a peek
And see old men play rounders with their darts.
Oh,rapidly the summer darts away
So we must enjoy a flower while it’s here
Otherwise ,it’s brandy,guys
It may make you randy,guys
The main thing is that we enjoy the play
How my heart sings 