Buffalo Wings

Buffalo wings, buffalo wings, buffalo wings when I was young, just a boy the skies overflowed with flying buffalo. Take shelter for if you looked up splat on your face from a buffalo butt Now the poor creatures grounded for we clip their wings deep fried and tasty sauces they are a favorite food thing Herds of buffalo floating in the sky kids waving at them as they mozy by Peaceful and plentiful wouldn't hurt a fly but sad for them their wings we fried Poor buffaloes on foot they must roam no longer in the air can they call home Buffalo hunting a dangerous sport indeed shot from the sky hunters squashed for their deed O poor bison how now life must stink hunted for their wings on the brink of extinct So when chowing down on their tasty wings watching sports with friends gathering Why is the taste not what your expecting cause buffalo wings taste just like chicken.