“ Crow “
Whatcha stearin at ye scrawny bird
Ah’ll draped in black en
wi malachite eyes,
Whitcha Feathers in tatters
ah’ll covered in crud
Hoppin en skippin en lookin so wise,
Whydja squawk et mi in that orible way,
Whydja caw en caw en caw et mi
Ahs’tha reely got summat to say
Ah’stha reely got summat to say,
GEERCHA yer self bak up in’te sky
En leave mi alone wi mi beer,
If ye stay round ere
yel end up dead
yon fox el av yer i fear,
yon fox el av yer i fear
so leave mi alone wi mi beer.
Alan nettleton......... + bottle n arf o' whine...
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 7:23 AM UTC
“ Crow “
Whatcha stearin at ye scrawny bird
Ah’ll draped in black en
wi malachite eyes,
Whitcha Feathers in tatters
ah’ll covered in crud
Hoppin en skippin en lookin so wise,
Whydja squawk et mi in that orible way,
Whydja caw en caw en caw et mi
Ahs’tha reely got summat to say
Ah’stha reely got summat to say,
GEERCHA yer self bak up in’te sky
En leave mi alone wi mi beer,
If ye stay round ere
yel end up dead
yon fox el av yer i fear,
yon fox el av yer i fear
so leave mi alone wi mi beer.
Alan nettleton......... + bottle n arf o' whine...
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