The Begging Buzzard
Begging like a puppy
This cell sure is cold and yucky
Please Mouth, won't you let me out
She gave me a wink, laughed and shouted
I'm in the jailhouse now
Mouth put me here some how
I was just doing my Buzzard fly by
Although the gold pen, did catch my eye
Please have mercy on me
I'll be a good boy, you will see
On good behavior, I may get a day out
With the Mouths personal guards no doubt
Yes I'm in the jailhouse now
I must find a way out some how
With Mouth as the warden, of this jail
I guess all my jail breaks, will surely fail
The Mouth of the south had me shot down
I knew I was in trouble, ~ the minute I hit the ground
Ray Hamilton
{ The Great Canadian Buzzard }
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