Ten Hungry Vultures
Hungry vultures; there were ten, just sitting in a tree
One fell out and bit the dust while my wife made my tea
Hungry vultures; there were nine, among the leaves so green
One chewed dirt as my wife scrubbed the tractor’s tyres clean
Hungry vultures; there were eight, just sat there on a branch
One dropped off, devoid of breath, while my wife cleaned the ranch
Hungry vultures; there were seven, in that tree so high
One fell, due to sudden death, while my wife baked a pie
Hungry vultures; there were six, all hid behind a twig
One fell down while my wife caught and barbecued a pig
Hungry vultures; there were five, sat in that sycamore
One crashed down, with quite a splat, while my wife swept the floor
Hungry vultures; there were four, sat on the highest bough
One smashed into bloodied ground as my wife milked the cow
Hungry vultures; there were three, sat high above the trunk
One dropped off while my wife cleared the beer cans I had drunk
Hungry vultures; there were two, just sitting in a nest
One dropped dead while I sat in a chair and had a rest
Hungry vulture; just the one, watched my wife make a trifle
He’s dead because she’s angry, and a crack shot with a rifle
Hungry vultures; there are none, now sitting in the tree
My wife is cooking vultures, but her rifle’s trained on me
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