Anyhow, whatever had warped his brain,
Stumpy knew he had a new mission in life
Or at least he reckoned
He could see a way to make a quid,
Because he was a nousy bloke
And not everyone had a free telephone line
To the Decision Tree.The trick was, well, how the hell
Did you patch Thomo' Burke and the flipperty girl
And all those other mugs
Into something as flakey as a derelict Decision Tree
That had suddenly morphed out of hyper-space
And wanted its decisions known?