ramblings and things
King Richard's in The Holy Land
Fighting his Crusade
BrotherJohn rules in England
Thinking he's got it made.
Robin Hood"s in the Greenwood
Fighting for peasants' rights
In his Lincoln Green jacket and
His form fitting tights.
He robs the rich to help the poor
But surely at some stage
He must keep a groat or two
To pay a living wage:
For outlaws have their families
And a not too placid life
If they don't feed the kids and
Give an allowance to the wife.
One thing about the Greenwood
Living there removes the stress
Of cohabiting with a woman who
Decides it's time for a new dress.
And Marion drops in frequently
To partake of the Outlaw trade
And do the odd bit of cleaning
So old Robin's got it made.
There's Ox roast and Deer Stew
And many a Kings Beast
Spitted and roasted
For their long evening feast,
And there's lot of carousing
And wild drunken nights
And nobody seems to care
That Robin wears his tights.
Sir Guy's sitting in Nottingham
Seething with anger and hate
And plotting with the Sheriff
Who's become his bezzie mate.
When King Richard comes home
Will it bode evil or good
For the boys in Sherwood Forest
All led by Robin Hood?
Will there ever be a pardon.
Will they restore his name
Will Sir Robin of Locksley
Again be spoken without shame
And in his distant future
Will he yearn for those lost nights
Carousing in Sherwood Forest
In his form fitting tights.
Richard And Robin