A short song I wrote for my godson Todd after seeing how the human being is producing hybrid animals zebra crossed with rhinoceros I mean have we gone completely mad what's next a cockerel crossed with a kangaroo?.

A song about looking at my Godson watching the Lion king I cast myself back to childhood where I first saw a pathetic lion used as a guard dog in a scrap yard chained toothless clawless and castrated never should these beautiful beast be caged into torment and cruelty for our amusement we should leave them to roam wild and free on their sub-saharan Savannah

A song I wrote for my goddaughters birthday it's done through the eyes of a mayfly due to her being born on the 1st of may I was trying to tell her live everyday as if it be her last.

A little ditty for a God-son who wanted to know if he would become a bird if we caught bird flu.

A song about a crazy Irish girl I met in Greece she was totally wired to the moon, out of her mind on everything from poitin to pixie dust .

A little song for my God son Todd about a two toed sloth they're always portrayed as the epitome of sinfulness i.e laziness but this little arboreal adaption turns out to be the perfect green dream a hairy little leaf eating machine which has a zero carbon footprint and could save the world all on its own , we would do well to put a little of the sinful slow sloth back in our own fast food life styles in order to try and save our poor planet .

A song I wrote for the king of rock and roll it's done in a crooning style of the fifties. He was born into extreme poverty raised in a shotgun shack but managed not only to break out of but also to attack the musical apartheid of America he was one of the first to start singing the black man's blues , he went from busking as a bum on Beale Street to having the world worshipping at his feet an all American boy with his all American dream.

A song I wrote in the old music hall tradition of two verse chorus which is similar to the church stanza I've also sang it in the barber shop style of my father who born in 1925 still bursts into song similar to a Mississippi boat minstrel .

A short song I wrote about the monster munch crisps as a love song I did it whilst riding aboard a train the 11.34 from Bicester to London Marylebone station 12.38 recorded in two takes outside McDonald's in double quick time.

Her swan song is what you hear just before your love boat runs aground and the scent of sulphur be the final pheromone you smell as you slowly begin to drowned .