I wasn't going to mention it in case it scared the horses but the Musket you know Dave wrote an ode he performed on our stag night (Kris and I broke yet another tradition by sharing a stag night.)

He called it The Ballad of Henry Fitzpatrick and Patrick Fitzhenry.

To be fair, he was threatened with dire prognostications if he repeated it at the wedding. He said that's nothing to Kris and I burning in hell, so that's a score draw.