The three of us
(you should name them it makes it more relatable)
Toby, Lawrence and Piers
were languishing in our sixth form study
one lunchtime when we chanced upon a volume
of classic comic poesy et cetera
Golden Nonsense, or somesuch bakery
Our daily shenanigans were miniature
apart from certain
regrettable affairs carry on
Toby began to recite: "They went to sea in a
sieve, they did"
- It's siv not seev you div
heckling already, but he would not be deterred
We were the finest by the way, or
among or amongst them at least
He ascended the desk like that fellow
in that film I pretend to forget
and continued with aplomb:
- In a great siv they went to sea, that sort of rot
You know what, he compelled us, as he continued and
we stood around quite enraptured as the fever grew
into the chorus - Far and few, far and few
Shout it bang it scream it
we were triple entranced
we were on that voyage with the jumblies
those guys sure had some wicked times
We're taking it up - Far and few
now we're bringing it down
- Heads green hands blue
we begin to pace about
a curious fury on our tiny plates
Toby, Lawrence and Piers
take to chanting FAR AND FEW
took to stomping FAR AND FEW
Until it was in it sway in-
dis-tin
-guishable
from say Hurry up Harry
Far and few, far and few
Come on, come on!
We circled squawking and
stomping in a post glam rock fever
banging on lockers, hurling books
through windows that sort of thing
It was the temperature of the times
it was a call to furious reaction, we were
a King Lear power trio ranting as
The door flies open and Doc Crocker
bursts in, cape a-flingo
his alleged wig askew 'WHAT!
IS THE MEANING OF
THIS INFERNAL RACKET!'

