Tell me Peter why you've done this
Tell me why, oh why?
Why you've caught me with the noose
You foxy, cunning, sly…
I was walking down the clearing
Never given a fair hearing
Yeah oh yeah
Someone's run and got into my mouth
And now I can hear their cries from the south
Someone said ‘all's quite' watching the telly
You and your birdy and a quacking in my belly
To encounter your fears you've la**oed me
But your meadow is no more a safe place to be…
I was walking down your garden
Now I've got my heart to harden.
Yeah oh yeah
Someone's run and got into my mouth
And now I can hear their cries from the south
Someone said ‘all's quite' watching the telly
You and your birdy and a quacking in my belly
Laugh at me
And you'll see…
Your meadow's no more a safe place to be.