Don’t wanna talk politics today, to nice out, so, from the very funny and prophetic Pat Godwin:
I went to a place that served exotic dishes
Like Elk and Wild Boar, I heard it was delicious
But the one thing I ate made me sick, it’s so sad to see
Good Beaver, gone bad
Good Beaver, gone badIt was tough and dry; I took a whiff and almost fainted
The pink had turned brown; it tasted kind of tainted
You take your chances eating out; I should’ve had the Trout,
Good Beaver, gone bad
Good Beaver, gone badYou want it fresh, don’t let it spoil rotten
Or leave it hanging around, where it’s forgotten
Better eat it while it’s hot “cause it’s forgotten
Or good Beaver, goes badHer love has dried up; it once was so delicious
She’s cruel and cold now, vile and vicious
She was up to no good, while she gnawed on the wood
Good Beaver, gone bad
Good Beaver, good Beaver
Good Beaver, gone bad
