Little Boy Blue come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow the cow's in the corn.
But where's the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack fast asleep.

Boy Blue had disappeared, and in dismay

the farmer was all teary and forlorn,

"I'm sick of this - I'll have to dock your pay,

I wish I'd learned to blow that bloody horn!

"I bet you went to Paddy's Bar last night,

the talent show was on - that "Idol" thing,

you won - got drunk - then got into a fight,

I've said it many times: you sure can sing!

"That doesn't help my wheat, or save my corn,

the sheep and cows are thinking they've been blessed,

they've had a banquet since the early morn,

and all because of some dumb talent quest!"

Alas, he spoke a monologue that day,

the Boy was fast asleep there, in the hay.