Well, verse one is a snap:

In the West End of Derby lives a working man;
He says "I can't fly but me pickles can
And when I set them free
It's just like part of me
Gets lifted up on shining wings."

Anyone want to try another?

Poor little pickled egg. Life's just not what it's cracked up to be. Sure hope he can take a yoke.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble