Glenn Yarbrough - Funny Little Things | Текст песни

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Fifteen birds in five firtrees,
their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze!
But, funny little birds, they had no wings!
O what shall we do with the funny little things?
Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot;
Fry them, boil them and eat them hot?
Burn, burn tree and fern!
Shrivel and scorch!
A fizzling torch
To light the night for our delight,
Ya hey! Bake and toast 'em,
Fry and roast 'em!

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