Lyrics: Dave C. Seager
Colin-a-Dell? Yes, I've known him well
Since the day he was born with his shock all shorn
He shot from the womb like a corpse from a tomb
Gave a hideous yell as if casting a spell
A peculiar chap - they made him a cap
Of leather and lead to squat square on his head
Fain did his brain run like rain down a drain
Perhaps 'twas queer cap made him querulous, poor chap
At school he was quick, much like wax from the wick
Dissected a lizard, was elected a wizard
His college he scandalized with the knowledge he'd vandalized
His trick with a stick nicked the Dean's knickers thick
When pretty well growed he befriended a toad
City roads would they roam until late wending home
Under endings of moon, soon they'd send up a croon
About what no-one knowed, all rendered in code
Bad went to worse, he fashioned a hearse
From a farmer's wagon, tethered to a dragon
Feathered his bed with the fleece of the dead
And with cursings terse nursed his bursting purse
An improbable tale, no nearer the pale
Then a kettle of fish in a teacup, I wish
'Twere not wholly true, just an unwholesome brew
Over some gruesome ale, but it's true as a nail ...
(Lyrics by Dave C. Seager)