A strange bird is the cuckoo
It sits upon the grass
Its wings folded neatly
Its beak shoved up its arse
In this odd position
It mumbles 'twit twit'
It's had to sing 'cuckoo'
With your beak all full of shit.

You've been a great audience,
I'm Captn Hood-butter...
Good night.
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Wed 17 Aug 2005, 13:24, Reply)