Smashed windows and ***** doors
Broken exhausts on uneven floors
Uncouth youth making a noise
A sorry reflection on decent boys
The Magpies stumble on straggly grass
Clever birds avoid the glass
Wandering around with beaks up high
In busy times it's off to the sky
The Magpies flutter and roll along
Black and white wonders seem to belong
The Magpies talk in their own little voice
They say this place is a little bit choice