following on the jc songs.

ok lets try this one lolol……. yes im bored waitin fer nana to get herself ready so i can take her a spin round the shops lolol :lol: to the tune of delaneys donkey lol xx

Now Martin had a dreamsprite that everyone admired, tempo’rily lazy and permanently
tired A leg at ev’ry corner balancing her head, and a tail to let you know which end she wanted to be fed PB slyly said “We’ve underrated it, why not train it?” then he took a rag
They rubbed it, scrubbed it, they oiled and embrocated it, got it to the post and when the starter dropped his flag

There was PB pushing it, shoving it, shushing it
Geoff, Sunny and ev’ryone in JC lined up attacking it and shoving it and smack
ing it
They might as well have tried to push the Town Hall down

The dreamsprite was eyeing them, openly defying them
Winking, blinking and twisting out of place
PB reversing it, ev’rybody cursing it
The day Martins dreamsprite ran the JC boards
The muscles of the mighty never known to flinch, they couldn’t budge the dreamsprite
a quarter of an inch
Martin lay exhausted, hanging round its throat with a grip just like a Scotchman on a five pound note
Starter, fasty, he lined up with the rest of ’em. When it saw them, it was willing then
It raced up, braced up, ready for the best of ’em. They started off to cheer it
but it changed its mind again

There was PB pushing it, shoving it and shushing it
sunny, Pats and Mary J herself, she started poking it, grabbing it and choking it
It kicked her in the bustle and it laughed “Hee – Haw!”
The gangsters, the pummers, radical emma and alll
lovies and villains, they hurried to the place
Stood there in unity, helping the community
The day martins dreamsprite ran the JC boards

The crowd began to jeer it. Then bulldog, the judge he came to assist them, but still it wouldn’t budge
The jockey who was riding, little sunny, was so thoroughly disgusted that
she went to have his tea
bassinborne and toy was students of psychology, swore they’d shift it with some
dynamiteThey bought it, brought it, then without apology the dreamsprite gave a sneeze and blew the darn stuff out of sight

There was PB pushing it, shoving it and shushing it
Hogan, Logan and all the bally crew, hosts, and guideys, the admin Artillery
The Second jc’ers and the Life Guards too
They seized it and harried it, they picked it up and carried it
Jeered it, steered it to the banning place
Then the Bookies drew aside, they all commited suicide
Well, the day martins dreamsprite won the halfmile race