Ewan

There was a young lad called Ewan
He walked the woods, and was heard Rue'in
It's dark and it's cold
And e'en when I'm old
I still won't understand what we're doing

Robin

There was a young man, just a muffin
Who had some blue jeans he looked tough in
But he slid on his arse
Down a slope of rough grass
And stood up, just wearing nothin