Right
There once was a man called Ray,
who lived in DRA,
He hoofed about,
Although he was stout
And loved to roll in the hay
He went for a run in the fog
And he ran into a dog
He barked at it
Looked like a complete TIT
And fell back over a log!
Twice he swam in the lake
He was such a bloody jake
He got caught,
And hit by a pot
What a good dobber he would make!!
WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP. Oh well.