Well, here goes my entry....to the tune of House of the Rising Sun...

Old Over And Sons

There is a place in Aspatria
They call ole Over and Sons
It has been the ruin of many a poor fox
And me, oh, God, held one

I walked into the car garage,
A dead fox held within my arms.
I asked to use the air hose, Oh Lord
In the garage in Aspatria.

Oh I dabble in taxidermy
I though I knew what I am about;
I stuck the hose up the rectum, Lord
And pumped him full of air…

I filled the fox at 20 psi
Between the fur and the skin
All I had wanted was to loosen the pelt
Instead I blew him up

Fox bits went aflying
All over the car garage,
And everywhere was blood and gore
On the floor of Over and Sons

One foot in front of the other
I took flight from that damning shop
And hid inside my little house
Outside of Aspatria town.

I'm going back to Aspatria
To confess what I had done;
I'm going back to mop the floors
of old Over and Sons.

Amergin