George the Magic Chough – Written by Brian Webb
He lived by the sea
And flew around old Cornwall’s coast
With red beak foot and knee.
His wings they were so broad
And he flapped them up and down
To stop from falling in the sea
Where he would surely drown
In the days before the telly
In the days of yester-yore
King Arthur and Queen Guinevere
They picnicked by the shore
While Arthur cut the chips
With Excalibur’s sharp blade
Guinevere baked pasties
That she that day had made
Now George he was a watching
He saw the royal crew
He flew down from his perch on high
To steal a chip or two
He landed on the table
Just missing the Kings head
And landed in the ketchup
That’s why his legs are red