A Poultry Tale Lyrics - Honk Soundtrack
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A Poultry Tale Lyrics
Drake:
In this backwater of England
Where the pace of life is slow
And the lillies on the lake are broad and lush,
We're all living here in Clover
And the mating season's over
So there won't be cause for anyone to blush.
In our land both green and pleasant
Every bantom, duck and phesant...
...If we had them, we'd be walking arm-in-arm
For our life is good and steady 'til we're plucked and oven-ready
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm...
There's a turkey with a gobble
Watch him stand and start to wobble,
When the rooster cock-a-doodles we get up,
We've got poulets, we've got chickens
We've got quails and... What the Dickens?!
It's a poultry tale of folk down on the farm!
There's a guineafowl that hisses
And that's Ida, she's my missus
So forgive me if I'm laying on the smarm,
She goes in for heated quacking to point out the skills I'm lacking
Company:
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm!
Come on down and don't be strangers
In our duckyard of free rangers
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm!
Ida:
Here where waterfowl have waddled
Little chicks get mollycoddled
For The Cat
Would like to do us grievous harm
He's our only source of worry
Feathers rarely get to flurry
Company:
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm!
Cat:
Ha!
How they flatter themselves
I've never shown much interest in this group,
I'll admit I'm quite a glutton but this feathered form of mutton
Wouldn't even make a palletable soup...
But
When those little ducklings hatch
That's a flavour you won't match
They're delicious!
And I just can't get enough,
As a fella who is feline you will see me make a beeline
For those tender little juicy balls of fluff!
(mad quacking noises)
Company:
In our waterfowl regatta
There's a moorhen fond of chatter
And a mandarin with oriental charm,
You'll find every goose or gander
Grace:
Though, of course, I'm rather grander!
Company:
It's a poultry tale of folk down on the farm.
We may strike some classic poses,
And we all have Parson noses,
But that doesn't mean you'll hear a single psalm...
For all reverence is rejected
Blatant fowl-play is expected
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm!
Come on down and don't be strangers
In our duckyard of free rangers
It's a poultry tale
It's a poultry tale
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm!
(quack)
In this backwater of England
Where the pace of life is slow
And the lillies on the lake are broad and lush,
We're all living here in Clover
And the mating season's over
So there won't be cause for anyone to blush.
In our land both green and pleasant
Every bantom, duck and phesant...
...If we had them, we'd be walking arm-in-arm
For our life is good and steady 'til we're plucked and oven-ready
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm...
There's a turkey with a gobble
Watch him stand and start to wobble,
When the rooster cock-a-doodles we get up,
We've got poulets, we've got chickens
We've got quails and... What the Dickens?!
It's a poultry tale of folk down on the farm!
There's a guineafowl that hisses
And that's Ida, she's my missus
So forgive me if I'm laying on the smarm,
She goes in for heated quacking to point out the skills I'm lacking
Company:
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm!
Come on down and don't be strangers
In our duckyard of free rangers
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm!
Ida:
Here where waterfowl have waddled
Little chicks get mollycoddled
For The Cat
Would like to do us grievous harm
He's our only source of worry
Feathers rarely get to flurry
Company:
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm!
Cat:
Ha!
How they flatter themselves
I've never shown much interest in this group,
I'll admit I'm quite a glutton but this feathered form of mutton
Wouldn't even make a palletable soup...
But
When those little ducklings hatch
That's a flavour you won't match
They're delicious!
And I just can't get enough,
As a fella who is feline you will see me make a beeline
For those tender little juicy balls of fluff!
(mad quacking noises)
Company:
In our waterfowl regatta
There's a moorhen fond of chatter
And a mandarin with oriental charm,
You'll find every goose or gander
Grace:
Though, of course, I'm rather grander!
Company:
It's a poultry tale of folk down on the farm.
We may strike some classic poses,
And we all have Parson noses,
But that doesn't mean you'll hear a single psalm...
For all reverence is rejected
Blatant fowl-play is expected
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm!
Come on down and don't be strangers
In our duckyard of free rangers
It's a poultry tale
It's a poultry tale
It's a poultry tale
Of folk down on the farm!
(quack)
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