To Cockles and Mussles.

In Auckland city,
Came a sound not so pretty,
We jumped from the table and ran from our home,
It was a dreadful sqawking,
And I started gawking,
"The bird in the oven's alive, all alive."

Chorus:
Alive, alive o!
Alive, alive o!
Crying: "The bird in the oven's alive, all alive."

It was pulled from the cooker,
Sure 'twas no looker,
That chicken had been butchered mightily fowl,
It still had it's neck on,
And yelled like an amazon,
"The bird in the oven's alive, all alive."

I lopped it's neck off,
My friend, she did scoff,
"I'll think twice now about eating your food."
But the chicken was tender,
And I promised to never,
"Leave the bird in the oven alive, all alive."

Alive, alive o!
Alive, alive o!
Crying: "I'll never leave it alive, alive o!."

line breaks & italics added by mudelf ;-)