We have a donkey to kill, said Mrs Jones to Farmer Sam.
Kill it grill it fill it, said Farmer Sam to Mrs Jones,
flip it over, gut it right, not too thickly not to tight
Just so, Farmer Sam?
Not the bones, not the bow, keep the bow Mrs Jones
Your brother’s bow?
Your brother’s bow.
You have a donkey to kill, Farmer Sam, grill it right, keep it tight.
And burn your brother’s bow.