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The Butchery Song

There was a butcher bird,

And he ran a little hole in the world,

And it sang and sang all day,

Until it rained upon him in the middle of the night.

I called him out my way,

And I didn’t even bother to say,

You’ve come all of this way,

To meet me in the middle of the day,

And I love, oh I love, his song,

It makes us all rhyme along,

And I love, oh I love, his song,

So I called him the Butchery bird.

Oh I make this out my way,

For a little bit I get, pay, while I just sing this song,

Oh and you can all rhyme along,

I make my own way nanna,

And you can go and get out while,

I do, I do, I do, pay a little while I get my back,

Oh I love, oh I love nanna,

While she’s getting back that spanner,

For my mechanic car, while a little way out my back,

Oh I love, oh I love my engine,

The engine really makes me sing,

It sounds like piercing laughter,

In the middle of what life brings.

While back there in Leongatha,

Where the masses put it to gather,

That they will come all day,

And let heaven rain it in the middle of the night,

They put it back out in front,

Of the army, I think, a-blink, a-blink, a-blink,

They put it out, in the middle of the night.

A stick in the air, I think,

A-clink, a-clink, a-clink,

I broke my back, I think,

I woke that man from the barrow,

Like I woke up in the saddle,

And when I lifted my head,

I saw that little bird,

Ooh, A-choo, a-choo, a-choo,

A little bird sang to you,

A-choo, a-choo, a-chirp,

A little bird said you’re bad.

Oh a stick in the air, I think,

A spirit in the wind of mink,

I break like I break my bones,

But a little man don’t show his soul,

And a man like that, a man like that,

A man with a barrow don’t make those bones,

While back there in Leongatha,

Where the masses put it to the barrow,

A man all day like a clink in the night,

Will let his bones fall down like a little bit of fright,

I’ll shrink, I’ll shrink your shadow,

Like that man in that wheel barrow,

Did you think I was a wizard little girl?

Heal those bones, it’d make my day.

I love that Butcher bird,

He’s the best bird in the world,

I love that Butcher bird,

I’d take him for a spin,

Oh I love, oh I love my Woodie,

And I really, really love the woods,

But I love, oh I love that Woodie,

He’s a woodpecker without a good.

I love that Butcher bird,

He’s a really, really good little bird,

I love that Butcher bird,

I’d make a really good man out of him,

Oh I love, oh I love my Woodie,

He’s a woodpecker without a thing,

Oh I love, oh I love my Woodie,

I’d make a really good thing out of him.