..be careful, you'll only encourage me..and hence,

The Barbecue is over
(with apols to Tom Pringfield and the Seekers)

Say goodbye, my own true rooster
as we sing our lover's song.
How it breaks my heart to eat you,
now the barbecue is on.

High above, the cock is crowing
and my teats are falling rain,
for the Easter show is over
we may never meet again.

Like a drum, my heart was beating,
and your peck was sweet as wine.
But the joys of love are fleeting
for a chook and concubine.

Now the kitchen knife is calling.
This will be our last canoodle.
When the barbecue is sizzlin',
I will eat you with some noodles.

Like a drum, my heart was beating,
and your peck was sweet as wine.
But the joys of love are eating
deep fried chook and cooking wine.

Now the backyard light is calling.
This will be our last goodbye.
Though the barbecue is over,
I will eat you with some fries...

When the barbecue is over,
I'll digest you, bye and bye...


no chooks were hurt in the decomposing of this song..

f.u.