And while I'm at it, I'm hoping to get the words to anor of Les'. It's a parody of the " As I roved out one may morning" ballas where the lass keeps on getting passed over by beaus and eventually wears a trench depth pad down into the meadow, all to no avail.

Les, if you're reading this, I would have bought these in Canberra this year but the books were gone. But i did buy 2 for my Dad.