I feel so wholesome I could cry
I got a chicken in my bandolier
I've hung it up to see if it would fall out
I've waited ages, but now I'm told
These things take time
Him work here all day
Him got his tonsils sprayed
Him got no time for utensils
Or words to that effect I'm deliberately diverging
Not the same but different you see
I've hung up to dry, my legs hanging out
Someone said to sew up the bottoms
But I can't reach, and a fall would break my nose
But still there's no harm in trying