Well here we are again
Buzzard all decked out in pink
The nickname of Lollipop fits
Don't Ya think.
Your always after me
with your wit and humor
so now it had to be a Sucker
to fit your demeanor
You run and hide
with a pen failing in ink
you give a little fly by
with droppings that stink
You keep a lady waiting
Yes a lady I said
and don't understand
when your tail feathers turn red
Excuses by the bushel
you give to no avail
and then act surprised
when feathers burn on your tail
Now my dear sweet Lollipop Buzzard
The game of cat and mouse is done
The Gold Pen is a stake
and I wont quit til I've won...
Your feathered carcus is where it belongs
In the Great Mouth of the South's Jail
To gain freedom and the prized God Pen
will take more than your whine and wails.
So say it loud and say it clear
the phrase is not that long
Just the word Uncle
will be your final song..
Original By
Mouth of The South
aka
Donna DeLong Matthews
August 2009