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Eggless Douglas

Peter Goulding

Sunday, August 24th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Doug retired from football and he bought a bit of land,
And though things largely went all right, he couldn’t understand
Why all the hens and chickens that he’d bought in Killybegs,
Despite his earnest blandishments, would not lay any eggs.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He’d get up brightly every day, just as the cockerel crew,
And to the coop he’d wend his way at seven twenty two.
He’d open up the hen-hose and let in the light of day,
Then sing most unmelodically, “Oh lay, oh lay, oh lay.”

© Peter Goulding 24th August 2003

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