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What was an Ot he needed to know
The pack was all ready and raring to go
Yet he wanted to know what an Ot was for sure
Some mythic beast unheard of before
Or a wild timid creature so rare and obscure
He fell in with these turks as they flew out the door
We must first find a crowd said the master aloud
There could be an Ot just milling around
Though it’s not the last place that this quarry was
seen
But still there might be one if you know what I mean
They’re not easy to find in this day and age
Yet do not give up hope at this early stage
He still did not know what an Ot was for sure
Though he followed the pack to the prey of allure
Then heard someone say “Its not late enough yet”
After high noon will be our safest bet
For they only come out in the heat of the day
And by six you can’t find one they are gone for the
day
He stuck to the trail along with the pack
Determined find an Ot to take back
But with little idea what an Ot might look like
Till the pack saw a man riding hard on his bike
I think we may have one the master gave shout
He was portly and puffing and also quite stout
The pack had the scent and joined to the chase
The quarry was known to make for one place
And outside his “Earth” called the Partridge and duck
Lay the exhausted bike, the pack were in luck
As they pushed back the door of the quiet cool bar
The cyclist stood that they followed this far
On his head was a handkerchief squared by four knots
On his face beads of sweat cascading in spots
His shirt wet in patches, trousers still held by
clips
His hand round the beer glass as he took welcome sips
The pack gathered round ears tuned for that word
As he looked full at the master having drunk but a
third
In silence they waited their quest near the end
As the man saw the master as some new found friend
Now stealth was required not to let get away
That one little word they want him to say
With a smile from the master and an empty beer pot
The cyclist said “My god aint it Ot” |
