To the tune of the 1970’s ‘Middle of the Road’ song - which sounds like it was written for us Canaries – ‘Chirpy, Chirpy, Cheep, Cheep’ (Ask a good old bred and born Nah-foke bor). These changed words represent a farewell lament to that bad ‘un – Moyzee – that’ll larn yer Where’s your chosen one? (Where’s your chosen one?) Where’s your chosen one? (Where’s your chosen one?) Far, Far away Far, Far away Last night I dreamed in Yellow n Green Ooh we, chirpy, chirpy, cheep, cheep Woke up this morning and Moyzee was gone Ooh we, chirpy, chirpy, cheep, cheep Chirpy, chirpy, cheep, cheep, chirp Mind hew you go