Robin Hood lived in Upnor Wood*
But all alone in my book
Making arrows, skinning little bunnies;
Merry on his own
You won't find me in my Lincoln green
Not even Virgil in Thunderbird Three (SIC)
Robinson Crusoe; my favourite hero
Why can't I be shipwrecked?
On Upnor beach, hide away from Friday
Wipe away my footprints
No smoke, no fire. That's my plan
Just a funeral pyre for Action Man
Now you've seen the living last of me
I won't be home for my tea
I like digging, much more than I like climbing
Though I'm scared of darkness
Now no-one, never, no more, will ever touch me
In the roots beneath the Hawthorn tree