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