[Verse] There’s a wordsmith named Ken From old Cork town With a shaggy mane and a scruffy frown Ocado's bard A legend spun His magic with words Second to none [Verse 2] By day he crafts By night he dreams In cinemas dark His spirit beams A giver of Jaffa cakes Sweet and round In Ken’s merry world Joy’s always found [Chorus] Oh Ken from Cork With his wizard’s quill Spinning tales that give hearts a thrill From the River Lee to the silver screen In his wordy world We’ve all been [Verse 3] Down alleys and lanes His stories chase Across silvery seas They find their place With each whispering breeze Another tale Ken’s crafty words They rarely fail [Verse 4] Films and scripts They weave and bind In the cluttered corners of Ken's mind A rebel poet A humble sage His pen a wand His voice a stage [Bridge] So when you’re lost in stories dire Remember Ken The scribbling squire From Cork’s deep heart A beacon bright Lighting up our minds with every write
