Jay and The...

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Once upon a time, and a very long time ago it was indeed...

There lived a cantankerous old chap with a gammy leg and a worse temper. Every morning, he'd shout at the sun, "Hey You! Stop shining down here with your big bright light! Who are you to tell me when to get up!"

He'd shake his fists and kick the dirt and generally try to make sure the sun knew who was boss. His name was Jay by the way, and if he had his say, every day he'd make them pay.

That's the way Old Jay's mind worked you see. He possessed only three things. His farm. His poetry. And his greed.

If he wasn't rootin' around in the muck to grab a worm or two, he was hollerin' to the folks next farm over how he was better'n them. If he wasn't doing that he was kicking the odd chick that wasn't quite quick enough to avoid him, or tellin' a tree a few truths it didn't realise it needed to know...

Ha! Gotcha old bean...

Coming soon, what!