Tucker Time
Dear Ebony, Gingy Whingy, and the squawking crows
If they keep this up, we will really come to blows
Its tucker time, and they’re all impatient for a feed
Can’t they that big sign I’m working ever read
Now Ginger’s nudging me with his cute little nose
Dear Ebony, Gingy Whingy, and the squawking crows
I’m fed up to the teeth with his pleading pathetic stare
Always demanding my attention and getting in my hair
Ebony joins him, as the crows resume the racket outside
They all make such a din, it’s just deafening inside
Dear Ebony, Gingy Whingy and the squawking crows
Back off, I need peace for some music to compose
As I stop what I’m doing and to strangle them vows
I cannot resist their pathetic looks and hungry meows
So I relent and then my entire work schedule blows
Dear Ebony, Ginger Whingy and the squawking crows.
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