Adaptation of a song, by Richard Adams
'Twas on a Monday morning a volunteer dropped by,
They'd put him in the boat crew, he didn't know quite why.
He thought he'd use a hammer, and chisels, saws and planes,
But they put him in a dinghy, to clean some window panes.
Oh it all makes work for the volunteer to do.
He pushed off from the pontoon and he paddled past Aileen,
He took his mop and brushes, and scrubbed the windows clean.
He saw somebody waving, from in the tidal zone,
He waved back and overbalanced, and did the viewers groan.
Oh it all makes work for the volunteer to do.
He surfaced with a splutter, the sea squirts did their worst,
The old soak splashed and shouted, and ranted, and he cursed.
He climbed back in the dinghy and he paddled past Aileen,
He buggered off completely, and never more was seen.
Oh, it's all more work for us volunteers to do.
