Fillerby Ching

Fillerby Ching
 Is a jolly old thing
He borrowed a bike
 From me,
He peddled away
 I think it's
Saturday,
 Saw him go
And waved
 Bye bye,

Hello Ching
 Said Bombay Dick
As he sped down hill
 By the shop
With pies,
 Ring ding ding
Went Ching
 On the bell,
Caught Mrs Welly
 By surprise,

No time now
 He called
To postman,
 As he sped round
The corner
 To the road with trees,
There at the station
 By a box marked Leeds
Stood Chings sweetheart
 Ping Lo Chi,

Ping Lo Chi
 Is as sweet
As soda pop,
 Ping Lo Chi
Has skin like cream,
 Fillerby Ching
Is so much
 Loving her
When he sees her
 He goes quite dumb,

He stands there
 Stuttering,
Hardly ever
 Uttering
Saying how he
 Loves her so,
Fillerby Ching and
 Ping Lo Chi
Now have little ones
 On two three,
Not just that
 They've got
My
 Bike.


               Tony