Where getting a little riled,
when a twig snapped underfoot,
they heard the call of the wild.
The group of six on table four
stared at their empty plate.
One slice of pie was all they'd had,
they were getting a little irate.
We'll get our revenge in the morning
the customers all agreed.
We'll gather here at half past six,
and then we'll do the deed.
The coachman's daughter Laura,
she can't save him now.
Though she's a brawny barmaid,
and can easily pull a plough.
You fetch the spade and shovel.
I'll knock him on the head.
And then with any luck,
he will be stone dead.
We'll teach him why he must not lie,
and why he must behave.
And dandelions and daisies,
will grow upon his grave.
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This wasn't dead in the water, tho the barman just might be."
Excellent :)"