Laird Ainsley
He led the armies of our land,
Laird Ainsley - hero in the making;
But his true calling was not this -
You really should have tried his baking.
Laird Ainsley, Laird Ainsley,
He was at first a chef.
Laird Ainsley, Laird Ainsley,
He’s bigger than the rest.
While on the pull he gained his name,
We all know he had Matron Mother.
With hand-prints showing on his bum,
He’d have first one and then another.
Laird Ainsley, Laird Ainsley,
He thought he looked so cool.
Laird Ainsley, Laird Ainsley,
He’s paler than a ghoul.
And wanted by all of our foes,
With Bruce he tried to take them all on.
Scale armour clinking in the dusk,
Cut down coz Anders is a moron.
Laird Ainsley, Laird Ainsley,
Blood staining down his vest.
Laird Ainsley, Laird Ainsley,
He looked good in a dress.
Laird Ainsley, Laird Ainsley,
We’ll rally unto you.
Laird Ainsley, Laird Ainsley,
Bite him and he’ll bite you!
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(OC Author - Paul Martin)