Pterosaur Dreams

(Verse) In Abbingdon, a sleepy town, where history's laid low, A paleontological dig was moving nice and slow. They sifted dirt and chipped at rock, with scientific glee, And found a prehistoric beast, for all the world to see! A pterosaur, with leathery wings and a beak so long and grand, Fossilized right there, stuck in the Oxfordshire sand. He might have seen a future where he'd be the star of the show, But his flying days were over, a million years ago! (Chorus) Oh, the Abingdon Pterosaur, a fossil of renown! He never made it to Windsor, or fed on martens in that town. He missed his chance at Wimbledon, to umpire a final game, But his flying dreams are what got him a lasting claim to fame! (Verse) He could have soared twenty-five miles, a truly epic flight, To Windsor Forest, filled with trees, a really lovely sight. He'd snack on pine martens, a tasty, furry treat, But the martens weren't invented, which made his snack plan beat. And the forest wasn't there yet, just a muddy, ancient plain, So his hopes for a flight to Windsor were completely in vain. (Chorus) Oh, the Abingdon Pterosaur, a fossil of renown! He never made it to Windsor, or fed on martens in that town. He missed his chance at Wimbledon, to umpire a final game, But his flying dreams are what got him a lasting claim to fame! (Verse) He could've been a chair umpire at Wimbledon's big court, Officiating a tennis match, a grand and noble sport. Two burly aurochs, grunting loud, with furry, mighty frames, Slapping a ball back and forth, and shouting out their names! "Game, set, and match!" he'd squawk, "for the auroch from the south!" But the pterosaur's a fossil, with a permanently closed mouth. The ravens from the Tower, they can't predict a thing, But they'd agree with him completely, flying's where it's at, you sing! (Chorus) Oh, the Abingdon Pterosaur, a fossil of renown! He never made it to Windsor, or fed on martens in that town. He missed his chance at Wimbledon, to umpire a final game, But his flying dreams are what got him a lasting claim to fame! (Outro) So here's to the flying reptile, that lived so long ago, Who's now a famous fossil, from a prehistoric show. He never made it to the forest, or the famous tennis court, But his fossil tells a story, of a different, lively sort!