The Robin Flood Song
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  Robin Flood, Robin Flood,
  As dashing as it gets.
  Robin Flood, Robin Flood,
  With his Merry Mets.
  The acting is bad,
  The plotline is mad!
  Robin Flood, Robin Flood, Robin Flood.
  
He called the greatest forecasters to help predict the rain,
They dressing in silly clothes to help them think.
They always were the victors in the Current Weather Game,
But still found plenty of time to drink.

(chorus)

He came to Bracknell Forest with a mallet in his hand,
His croquet will be soon put to the test.
Will Robin save the honour of this merry little band?
To find out, you'll have to watch the rest of...

(chorus)

[ There was an alternative verse that we didn't sing because it gave the plot away:

  He came to Bracknell Forest with his croquet mallet primed.
  He helped the Merry Mets and set them free.
  He killed the evil sherrif, and then gained Maid Marshall's hand,
  Without evening mentioning PV.

]