Robin Hood lived in Upnor Wood* But all alone in my book. Making arrows, skinning little bunnies; Merry on his own. You won't find me in my Lincoln green, Not even Virgil in Thunderbird Three (SIC) Robinson Crusoe; my favourite hero. Why can't I be shipwrecked? On Upnor beach, hide away from Friday, Wipe away my footprints. No smoke, no fire. That's my plan. Just a funeral pyre for Action Man. Now you've seen the living last of me. I won't be home for my tea. I like digging, much more than I like climbing, Though I'm scared of darkness. Now no-one, never, no more, will ever touch me In the roots beneath the Hawthorn tree.