A Poultry Tale- Original Honk! Lyrics

Drake:

IN OUR PATCH BEHIND THE FARMHOUSE

WHERE THE PACE OF LIFE IS SLOW

AND THE LILIES ON THE LAKE 

ARE BROAD AND LUSH

WE'RE ALL LIVING HERE IN CLOVER

AND THE MATING SEASON'S OVER

SO THERE WON'T BE CAUSE

FOR ANYONE TO BLUSH

IN OUR LAND BOTH GREEN AND PLEASANT

EVERY BANTAM, DUCK AND PHEASANT

IF THEY HAD THEM,

WOULD BE WALKING ARM IN ARM

FOR OUR LIFE IS GOOD AND STEADY

TIL WE'RE PLUCKED AND OVEN READY 

IT'S A POULTRY TALE 

OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

THERE'S A TURKEY WITH A GOBBLE

WATCH HIS WATTLE START TO WOBBLE

WHEN THE ROOSTER COCK-A-DOODLES THE ALARM

WE'VE GOT PULLETS, WE'VE GOT CHICKENS

WE'VE GOT QUAIL, 

AND WHAT THE DICKENS

IT'S A POULTRY TALE 

OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

WHAT A GORGEOUS VISION THIS IS

IT'S IDA, SHE'S MY MISSUS

SO FORGIVE ME IF I'M LAYING ON THE SMARM

SHE GOES IN FOR HEATED QUACKING

TO POINT OUT THE SKILLS I'M LACKING

All:

IT'S A POULTRY TALE

OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

COME ON DOWN AND DON'T BE STRANGERS

IN OUR DUCKYARD OF FREE-RANGERS

IT'S A POULTRY TALE

OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

Maureen & Henrietta:

HERE WHERE WATERFOWL HAVE WADDLED

LITTLE CHICKS ARE MOLLY-CODDLED

Ida:

FOR THE CAT WOULD LIKE TO DO THEM

GRIEVOUS HARM

HE'S OUR ONLY SOURCE OF WORRY

FEATHERS RARELY GET TO FLURRY

All:

IT'S A POULTRY TALE

OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

Cat:

HA! HOW THEY FLATTER THEMSELVES

I NEVER SHOW MUCH INT'REST 

IN THIS GROUP

I ADMIT I'M QUITE A GLUTTON 

BUT THIS FEATHERED FORM OF MUTTON

WOULDN'T EVEN MAKE A PALATABLE SOUP

BUT WHEN THOSE LITTLE DUCKLINGS HATCH

THAT'S A FLAVOR YOU WON'T MATCH

THEY'RE DELICIOUS

AND I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH

AS A FELON WHO IS FELINE

YOU WILL SEE ME MAKE A BEELINE

FOR THOSE TENDER LITTLE

JUICY BALLS OF FLUFF

Maureen:

Boc-a-doca-der, boc-a-doca-der, 

boc-a-doca-der, boc-a-doca-der...

All:

WAH, BURH, GOBBLE... [making various animal noises until the CAT leaves.]

HUH!

IN OUR WATERFOWL REGATTA

THERE'S A MOORHEN FOND OF CHATTER

AND A MANDARIN WITH ORIENTAL CHARM

YOU'LL FIND EVERY GOOSE OR GANDER

Grace:

THOUGH OF COURSE I'M RATHER GRANDER

All:

IT'S A POULTRY TALE 

OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

WE MAY STRIKE SOME CLASSIC POSES 

AND WE ALL HAVE PARSON'S NOSES

BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN 

YOU'LL HEAR A SINGLE PSALM

FOR ALL REVERENCE IS REJECTED

BLATANT FOWL PLAY IS SUSPECTED

IT'S A POULTRY TALE

OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

COME ON DOWN AND DON'T BE STRANGERS

IN OUR DUCKYARD OF FREE-RANGERS

IT'S A POULTRY TALE

IT'S A POULTRY TALE

IT'S A POULTRY TALE

OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM

A-ARM-A-ARM

B-GAD-EHR!