Bing Bong
Oh! Glowing Moon
Oh! Moon of beauty
You peak every month
But I’m constantly peaking
From Môn to Monmouth
To Abercraf
From Fflint to Penfro
From the Gwyrfai to the Taff
The ball’s like a pixel
In a game of Pong
Noise comes from our screens
Bing and then Bong
And so significant
Is our cry
That no computer
Can control our flow
