Dad and I wrote this song in the Findhorn Valley. Sung to the tune of Doe, a deer.
Stag, a deer, a male deer,

Rain, water from the sky,

Measles, a disease I caught from you,

Fart, it comes out from my bum,

Soggy is my snot-filled handkerchief,

Lovely is my snot-filled handkerchief,

Teat is what you get milk from,
That will bring us back to stag, stag, stag, stag...