This is a story about a boy named Simon

"Enter, stranger", he fades in

Then Mark, Deborah and Claire

It's time for knapsack, helmet on

And later into Kaa's lair

We go, "Will he be lucky, this Horsham-bred guy?"

And we say, "He's so plucky, he's a star"

But he die-die-died when he went too far, drifting

He'd met Mr. Grimwold and his wife

And few dungeoneers had that plight

He passed Golgarach, fled a bomb

And he had an ogre on his tail

And while dungeoneering, nearly got a spearing

But tell me, what led his team to fail?

We go, "Will he be lucky, this Horsham-bred guy?"

And we say, "He's so plucky, he's a star"

But he die-die-died when he went too far, drifting

Gifted with invisibility

Went down but not to Level 3

"Series 3, and the winner is... no one!"

"I'm Rhark the Goblin for the Opposition, skulking inside the caves waiting for Simon..."

"...Where is he?"

Will he be lucky, this Horsham-bred guy?

He is so plucky, but why can't he fly?

Encountered Mr. Grimwold and his wife

Velda saved him some strife

And we say, "He's so plucky, he's a star"

But he die-die-died when he went too far, drifting

He met Mr. Grimwold and his wife

And few dungeoneers had that plight

Tried to be plucky

But he die-die-died when he went too far, DISMISS

Farewell Simon, on with Series 3

'Til Leo dies similarly