Huddersfield Pie
Don't let that horse eat that violin
Don't let that cow eat that cello
Open the door, let the choir in
And put on the kettle dear fellow
They'll sing a song of sixpence
And they'll only charge a shilling
Their rates are very low, hence
The reason why they're willing
Forgive the tattered robes they wear
To beg upon the dusty streets
Find a pence or six to share
And ignore their naked teats
Let them pet the horse and cow
Let them keep their paltry pence
It keeps them fed, we're not sure how
Our puzzlement's intense
Contributors: | fester, Padfoot, Grayman, Ventnor, Lobster, Kansas Sam, Apsley, Francine, Nym. |
Poem finished: | 7th November 2003 by Anon.. |