On the Road To Inverary
On the road to Inverary
Lives an Ogre big and scary
Eight feet tall and skin
The brightest shade of green
With his hands and feet so large
And a hideous visage
It’s no wonder he
Does not like to be seen
He will often scare the people
Who come travelling on the track
And he finds it very easy,
He just seems to have the knack
For his Mum and Dad had taught him
All about the Ogres ways
So according to tradition,
That is how he spends his days
Now an Ogres life is lonely
And he’ll rarely have a friend
If he ever does, you know
He will eat them in the end
So if you should see the beastie
And, he flashes you a smile
Please don’t stop to have a natter
You must run a ruddy mile
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