The Grand Old Duke of York,
He had 10 thousand men,
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
Then he marched them down again,
When they were up they were up,
When they were down they were down,
When they were only halfway up, they stopped.
“Time for tea” the men said.
“Oh good”, said the Duke. “Have we any biscuits left?”
“PENGUINS!”, they cried.
“My favourite. So much nicer than Tim Tams and you get a joke on every wrapper”.
“No. PIRATE PENGUINS! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.”
“Oh bother”, said the Duke, “What a nuisance. We don’t get this trouble in Yorkshire.”
“Ha Ha”, said Captain Fishbeard. “We can stock up on supplies with what they have left."
"We are a bit low on supplies since someone stole all my gold!"
"Oh look, a Yorkshire Rose. Tasty.”
