Getting a little teed off...

Once upon a time, in the fair month of June...

A brave little foursome ventured out

To drag round some clubs, sing a little tune

and whack some grass and weeds about.

The holes on the green were difficult to locate

The intrepid foursome were soon to find

Afterward, they could to their friends relate

How they nearly went out of their mind!

The father and daughter looked equally dazed

As they wandered the course in the sun

Each hole that they passed they were truly amazed

That they ne'er found a hole in one.

There was 'mongst the group, an eager young vrouw

Whose skill, aim and finesse whilst wielding a iron

Were destined to awe the crowds and wow

When they saw the balls flying!

Whilst the players were playing and doing their trying

On a fine summer's day, in the sky bove their heads

Came old warplanes in formations flying
Destined to distract and amaze our friends.

The young lad named Thomas looked like a pro

He launched all the orbs towards the sky

His swing was ne'er crooked nor slow

"Fore" was oft his plaintive cry.

And then there was the father, an impressive dear man

Whose skill with the clubs was sure to impress

He saved his dear foursome as only he can

And made their scores not such an ugly mess!

The foursome went on to conquer and play

They finished with aplomb and great pride

They'd won the most honest score of the day

Oh how they had strained, yelled and tried!

The Links were left there for more to enjoy

They packed up their clubs and their tees

They said to themselves "Oh boy and oh boy,

Sign us up for next year's game please!"