The Spoonbill Generator

Ralibut of Halibut pretended to be mad, [Apsley]

Forgot the very spelling of his name [Surlaw]

And lost some other version in a game [Apsley]

To Sir Gallerhadd [Surlaw]

Of whom he'd heard, by repute and fame, [Apsley]

In a bar in old Baghdad [Surlaw]

He'd never been to Halibut, but neither had his dad, [Apsley]

Despite his claims to owning it outright [Surlaw]

From cuffing others for it in a fight [Apsley]

Like Sir Gallerhadd [Surlaw]

Whom he'd once met, in mist and blight, [Apsley]

In a bar in old Baghdad [(trad)]

And then some visions from Bob's pen did make him very sad, [Apsley]

From Blonde on Blonde to Highway 61 [Surlaw]

The tracks all made him bloat to twenty ton [Apsley]

Stout Sir Gallerhadd [Surlaw]

To whom he wrote, in wind and sun, [Apsley]

In that bar in old Baghdad [Surlaw]

His madness turned from fake to real, unlike Kurosawa's, [Apsley]

And he ran from here to the centre of Lille, trampling all the flowers [Surlaw]

Moral: He who tangles with a noble knight [Apsley]

Shall never replace the landing light [Surlaw]

Except amidst the very darkest night [Apsley]