Woody
In the bar he’s cracking jokes
Making fun of other folks
Knows he’ll end up in the garden
It’s his choice and not a hard ‘un
Mobile rings he’s got a text
“It’s the wife, she’s really vexed”
The barman rings the final bell
“Another drink?” “Oh! What the hell”
Woody’s drunk (a nasty habit)
Tonight he’s sleeping with the rabbit
It’s something he don’t relish much
To spend the night inside a hutch
But bunny keeps him warm and snug
Just like a furry rabbit rug
He’ll sleep all night and in the morning
Wakes up scratching, farting, yawning
Creeping like a little mouse
Makes his way into the house
Boils the kettle, makes the tea
“Hello my sweet, it’s only me”
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