school's in

we do this at the beginning of every term. we start on monday morning with a hiss and a roar and we sharpen pencils and we Fill In Pages and we... essentially we Play School.
ah, such traditionalists.
this morning, (being tuesday, but we are still under the influence), J12 decided to write this scrap-of-rap-in-twenty-minutes-flat (my lyrics are bottomless), inspired by his latest book (which he has read "uncountable" times)

*hiphopopotamus voiceover*
I was the son of a poor fisherman,
I rode off with a horse in search of a new land,
We rode on land, we rode by sea,
I rode with my friend - a horse named Bree.
We came up near a lion, and it seemed a little grim,
For we found a small Tarkheena and a mare called Hwin.
We rode off to Tashbaan, the desert, and the North,
In Tashbaan we found a prince, a king, and a dwarf.
We rode into the desert to the tombs of Tashbaan,
We found a little valley which we rode through like a charm.
The sun was nearly setting, but our time was not yet done,
For we fought two hundred warriors under the morning sun.
And now the story's over, for you can see the end,
But more stories I will tell you with my pencil in my hand.