We picked ourselves out of the gutter
without much sound; just a mutter
and a sigh, as to Geelong we said goodbye.
‘Where do we go now,
where do we go from here’,
Bonzo said sweetly, like a child o’ time.
‘Onwards to Gillian Taylforth then
the time is already half past ten,’
cried Angry with zest n’ zen.
A green fellow called Kermit
helped us across Hoppers Crossing
before we got an easy ride with Dennis
and his buddies Peter and Jack
all the way to Gillian Taylforth.