Through every nook and every cranny (of time)
The wind blew in on Turrets’ Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up her nose as well, I fear)
All through the night the wind grew worse
It even hit the Scamiverse!
Fierce fled in fear to follow woo
Leaving Castle in the poo
It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the Thatch off someone’s fanny
But most of all, it blew on Granny!
(With apologies to Spike Milligan).