Happy Birthday Edwin!

Some people say he's a little bit strange
others just think he's plain odd,
but in fact he's none of these things
he's just a grumpy old sod.

His old money blood is a bright Tory blue
there's a big silver spoon in his gob,
but with sex or bikes he's the same as us
and consistantly thinks with his nob.

His sense of dress revolves around black
and we've often seen him in hats,
but away from us plebs and out with his kind
he wears waistcoats and paisley cravats.

So how come this gent, from such a high start
has ended up our rep?
He's been reduced over a period of time
to keeping students in check.

This week he's repaired punctures and chains,
replaced spokes and trued up rims,
And I can now reveal why he's coped so well
his camelbak is full of Pimms.

So thanks for this week Ed, and for being around
our meeting must just have been fate
and in spite of it all, like we said at the start,
you've ended up our best mate.