Sadly, Diggers gone to heaven,
Whilst the possum purveys the wall,
And Trev’s still standing in the Red Square,
Often getting higher, than the hedge is tall.
The home brew is still cooling,
Efficiently below a bench upon the floor,
And as quick as Trev will bottle it,
He seems to drink much more.
The old brown car is nervously waiting,
Poised, pondering in the drive,
Will it be an easy trip to the meat works?
Or a challenge, to keep the boss alive?
It’s a special place the Red Square,
You must find time to wander in,
And have a home brew with good ole ’Trev,
As well as all his kin.