I hear you're now in Parkend City

In a bungalow sitting pretty,

I hope you'll like it there old mate

Without a care and nowt to hate.

But mind them dirty fleecy ship

And what they on pavements daily tip,

They be everywhere so I'm told

Getting daily e'er more bold.

Coleford's now lost its much-loved bard

And many have taken this very hard,

"Why did you leave us?" they now all say

"You didn't have to move away!"

Coleford's loss is Parkend's gain

But doubts about you still remain,

Will you again put pen to paper

Or will your writing talents waver?

But perhaps in Parkend's sylvan setting

(on this I wonder what's the betting?)

You'll again wax lyrical

With yet more lines of you so typical!

– Keep up the good work?Davy lad!

From a well-wisher.