Once upon a time,,
We used to live on a hundred acres,,
We had animals, so "shut the main gate" was the rule for all.
Yes we had a track,
Yes every weekend was a party, all invited,,
Yes we set a local Dwarf up with a YZ50H, Dam them little YZs fly
Big party, Johny the wildest man from Borneo is expecting some late turn ups
No moon, it is pitch black, all animals penned away,
So Johny says leave the gate open, so they will know its the right joint,,,,
Around the Bonfire, Johny thinks he hears a noise or sees a flash of light in the distance,,,,
jumps on the YZ50, head off to investigate,,,,,,,,,,Naaaaaaaat,,,,,Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat,,,Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat,,, Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat,,,
Silence!15 minutes later Johny re-appears at the Bonfire, dripping in claret from head to toe, Brandishing a 303,,
YZ50 completely written off,,Johny waiving the rifle around screaming like a banshie,,
No one giggled and no one admitted to being the bastard who shut the gate