Albert Ross Revisited*


There was a man called Albert Ross

He was a flighty fellow

His eyes were small and beady

And his beak was kind of yellow.

He got on board a sailing ship

And at the mast did peck

Then he befriended the Captain

And hung around his neck.

The Captain he did fancy him

And hands on Alb did place.

Albert turned and gave a grin,

And punched him in the face.

Albert Ross, a funny bloke

Polished his beak of yellow

Then listened to some hippy tunes

And got all kind of mellow.

©The Poetic Priestess in association with
The Bridges 1993

*I have no idea what happened to
the original Albert Ross!