3 December 2012
And he couldn't abort So now he is covered in plaster
But he had a point to prove Though he could barely move He again tried the jump Came to earth with a bump And had to have a leg removed
He said, 'Every dog has its day I'll try it a different way' Should've heard him cuss As he hit the first bus Now his other leg's gone astray
He was always gonna come to harm Despite all his daredevil charms And the last thing he said Before he ended up dead Was 'Jesus, where are my arms?'
The moral as everyone knows Is practise makes perfect I s'pose But bikes won't go faster If you're covered in plaster From your head to the tips of your toes...
The Master of Disaster in Plaster • Opuss № I