Sing it along with the real thing and nobody will ever know you are not Welsh.
My hen laid a haddock on top of a tree
Glad barks and centurions throw dogs in the sea
My guru asked Elvis and brandished Dan’s flan
Don’s muddy bog’s blocked up with sand
Dad, Dad! Why don’t you oil Aunty Glad?
When oars appear on beer bottle pies
Oh butter the hens as they fly.