Hi folks,

finally I found it again, on a crumpled sheet, in a corner of my satchel:

A Rather Silly Lullaby

Flow gently, sweet Humber
deprived of any elks,
sing me into slumber
with the help of your whelks.

I don't care for their number,
fifty seven or nine;
sing me into slumber,
with me it is fine.

Be proud, mighty Humber,
to be not so narrow
and lick all the outskirts
of the village of Barrow.

So flow on, sweet Humber,
and flap to the shore,
sing me into slumber
with a Mudcat folklore.

(the snoring contest MudGuard vs. Wilfried ended even; Saturday Wilfried 1 point, Sunday MudGuard 1 point)