Honk movie - A Poultry Tale lyrics
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Drake: IN OUR PATCH BEHIND THE FARMHOUSE<br>
WHERE THE PACE OF LIFE IS SLOW<br>
AND THE LILIES ON THE LAKE <br>
ARE BROAD AND LUSH<br>
WE'RE ALL LIVING HERE IN CLOVER<br>
AND THE MATING SEASON'S OVER<br>
SO THERE WON'T BE CAUSE<br>
FOR ANYONE TO BLUSH<br>
IN OUR LAND BOTH GREEN AND PLEASANT<br>
EVERY BANTAM, DUCK AND PHEASANT<br>
IF THEY HAD THEM,<br>
WOULD BE WALKING ARM IN ARM<br>
FOR OUR LIFE IS GOOD AND STEADY<br>
TIL WE'RE PLUCKED AND OVEN READY <br>
IT'S A POULTRY TALE <br>
OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM<br>
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THERE'S A TURKY WITH A GOBBLE<br>
(Turkey enters)<br>
WATCH HIS WATTLE START TO WOBBLE<br>
WHEN THE ROOSTER COCK-A-DOODLES<br>
THE ALARM<br>
WE'VE GOT PULLETS, WE'VE GOT CHICKENS<br>
(Henrietta enters, doing her morning aerobics, <br>
with Maureen, who brings gifts for the 'baby shower')<br>
WE'VE GOT QUAIL, <br>
AND WHAT THE DICKENS<br>
IT'S A POULTRY TALE <br>
OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM<br>
(Ida enters)<br>
WHAT A GORGEOUS VISION THIS IS<br>
IT'S IDA, SHE'S MY MISSUS<br>
SO FORGIVE ME IF I'M LAYING ON THE SMARM<br>
SHE GOES IN FOR HEATED QUACKING<br>
TO POINT OUT THE SKILLS I'M LACKING<br>
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All: IT'S A POULTRY TALE<br>
OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM<br>
COME ON DOWN AND DON'T BE STRANGERS<br>
IN OUR DUCKYARD OF FREE-RANGERS<br>
IT'S A POULTRY TALE<br>
OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM<br>
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Maureen&Hen.: HERE WHERE WATERFOWL HAVE WADDLED<br>
LITTLE CHICKS ARE MOLLY-CODDLED<br>
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Ida: FOR THE CAT WOULD LIKE TO DO THEM<br>
GRRIEVOUS HARM<br>
HE'S OUR ONLY SOURCE OF WORRY<br>
FEATHERS RARELY GET TO FLURRY<br>
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All: IT'S A POULTRY TALE<br>
OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM<br>
(The Cat sticks his head up from behind a clump of cat tails)<br>
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Cat: HA! HOW THEY FLATTER THEMSELVES<br>
I NEVER SHOW MUCH INT'REST <br>
IN THIS GROUP<br>
I ADMIT I'M QUITE A GLUTTON <br>
BUT THIS FEATHERED FORM OF MUTTON<br>
WOULDN'T EVEN MAKE A PALATABLE SOUP<br>
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BUT WHEN THOSE LITTLE DUCKINGS HACTH<br>
THAT'S A FLAVOUR YOU WON'T MATCH<br>
THEY'RE DELICIOUS<br>
AND I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH<br>
AS A FELON WHO IS FELINE<br>
YOU WILL SEE ME MAKE A BEELINE<br>
FOR THOSE TENDER LITTLE<br>
JUICY BALLS OF FLUFF<br>
(The following cacphony of squaking prompts the Cat to hid himself again)<br>
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All: WAH, BURH, GOBBLE<br>
IN OUR WATERFOWL REGATTA<br>
THERE'S A MOORHEN FOND OF CHATTER<br>
AND A MANDARIN WITH ORIENTAL CHARM<br>
YOU'LL FIND EVERY GOOSE OR GANDER<br>
(Grace enters)<br>
Grace: THOUGHT OF COURSE I'M RATHER GRANDER<br>
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All: IT'S A POULTRY TALE <br>
OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM<br>
WE MAY STRIKE SOME CLASSIC POSES <br>
AND WE ALL HAVE PARSON'S NOSES<br>
BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN <br>
YOU'LL HEAR A SINGLE PSALM<br>
FOR ALL REVERENCE IS REJECTED<br>
BLATANT FOWL PLAY IS SUSPECTED<br>
IT'S A POULTRY TALE<br>
OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM<br>
COME ON DOWN AND DON'T BE STRANGERS<br>
IN OUR DUCKYARD OF FREE-RANGERS<br>
IT'S A POULTRY TALE<br>
IT'S A POULTRY TALE<br>
IT'S A POULTRY TALE<br>
OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM<br>
A-ARM-A-ARM<br>
B-GAD-EHR!<br>
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