The Ballad of Budle Lodge v2 AI Song

Ben thought a spider crawled out from his cereal box, Convinced it laid some eggs among the crunchy Chocapocs. He found it hard to stomach, couldn't eat another bite, At Budle Lodge, the morning started with a fright! Sarah cooked a special dish, cod with noodles in a bowl, But the kids revolted, said they'd rather eat some coal. She shed a tear while they declared a culinary coup, Desperate single mum special just wouldn't do! Ben filmed Walter driving straight into a hedge, During solo lessons, he went right over the edge. And every hour we’d shout, “Hey, where's the dog?” Chasing Tay and Ziggy through the misty morning fog. At five o'clock the Fortnite wars would rage across the halls, Accusations flying, bouncing off the walls. Phones and iPads airborne in a bandwidth-stealing fight, Sibling love in action, what a sight! Willow and Butter, our delightful fluffy friends, Duvet surfing sand dunes, breaking all the trends. Redneck jacuzzi in the greenhouse with some wasps, An experience enjoyed by almost all the cast! Camping by the lakeside, adventures did unfold, Tay coughed up half a sheep, a story to be told. Jamie chauffeured Andy, who was incapacitated, Exploding beans and whisky left us all elated. Frogmageddon struck us with candles in the lake, Somebody got sick leaning out for goodness sake. Climbing through the window trying not to make a peep, But crashing to the floor, we roused from sleep! The kids built epic bike tracks with Ralph's digging team, While Ben found jellyfish that made him want to scream. Alt-tab mastering in our makeshift school domain, Adults dodged the teaching with a hint of guilt and shame. Willow stole the sandwiches at our grand BBQ, Believing we could save kids in swells was quite a view. Ralph taught me illegal ways to gather up some cockles, Children hauling wood in endless barrow shuffles. Hunting through the cow fields for a bunny small, Tay devoured our catch, bones and all. Andy's private toilet with a picturesque display, Unconscious from the meds, he slept the day away. Rock pool hot tubs, or "drowning pools" we'd say, A surprise wave caught Ralph and swept him away. Amateur rockets flying in unpredictable directions, Crab prep horror—never mind the imperfections! Oh, the tales we tell at Budle Lodge, Where chaos is the norm. From sheep invasions thwarted To bike rides we adorn. Laughing through the madness, We wouldn't change a thing. These are the crazy moments That make our hearts all sing! Though the world was troubled, and our stay was unforeseen, The memories we've crafted are the best we've ever seen. Sadness for the reasons, but joy for all the fun, At Budle Lodge we found a family, all rolled into one.