Little Timmys Supper
Ma was in the pantry with no food to make a snack
‘Pa,’ she said, ‘go get your coat and leave this foodless shack,
You’d better take your bang bang and don’t think of coming back
Unless you’ve got a cluck cluck or a nice plump quack quack quack.’
Well Timmy’s in the corner playing with his farmyard toys
He liked to think meows we’re girls and woof woofs were all boys
And moo moos worked in factories to make us milk and cheese
While baa baas strived to make the food that grunt grunts did with ease
Pa said, ‘Ma, he’s old enough, he needs to learn the truth,
How we get to eat under this God forsaken roof.
We really need to tell him, I’m sure he won’t make a fuss
After all, the squeak squeaks eat a lot better than us.’
Well Pa went out, his bang bang was slung over his left shoulder
Timmy knew the growl growls were becoming slightly bolder
He hoped that Pa would bring a quack quack so that they could eat
He was sure he would unless a howl howl he should meet
Well, time went by and Pa returned and Timmy felt like clapping
Pa had caught a quack quack but the quack quack was still flapping
Pa said that he bang banged twice and then his trigger stuck
And Tim said, ‘Can I wring it’s neck and kill that f*****g duck!’
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