Well I'm gonna say Moist, doesn't look right, requires a funny range of facial movements to say, & followed by some other words, one of which is referred to above.......
Vandeen heads up the wooden stairs to Bedfordshire with Wombles of Wimbledon tune firmly wedged in his brain so decides to share it with everyone (someone might even go & put it in the Friday night disco thread, now that would be evil :-D. )
Underground, overground, wombling free,
The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we.
Making good use of the things that we find,
Things that the everyday folks leave behind.
Uncle Bulgaria,
He can remember the days when he wasn't behind The Times,
With his map of the world.
Pick up the papers and take them to Tobermory!
Wombles are organized, work as a team.
Wombles are tidy and Wombles are clean.
Underground, overground, wombling free,
The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we!
People don't notice us, they never see,
Under their noses a Womble may be.
We womble by night and we womble by day,
Looking for litter to trundle away.
We're so incredibly, utterly devious,
Making the most of everything,
Even bottles and tins.
Pick up the pieces and make them into something new,
Is what we do!