Punch

Long the road and forth they go the old spire

Holding stones and clever tomes for sure sire!

Riveting the chase the place of no rest

Gone and slid into a bitter sheep's nest

Feather eyes and awfully wise you don't say

Not allowed get out a shout you can't stay!

Holy overseer won't do much now

Stretch the outer limits of the field plough

In and out on the spot

Not a move or you'll be shot

And when you're without doubt without shame