Old biddy biddy feedying the piddy iddy biddyn pigeon
throner seeds a trombosis, diss the legs, seeya, dissalexia, extra
bread, rye, whole, malt, cults of birds fly in circles around a man that ducks and dives for his life
'he's only come to feed, to pay respect to their gut'
and with much love 'the iddy massivy pigeons peck old iddy biddy away'
He duck'd and dived, and gulled, to sea, a taken to shore, as washed in by the sea, caught like a fish, wrinkly old scale, got slit; his tummy open, started giving him the stick
''You're a dive, you're a jelly, shaky thing, we can tell you're not used to fishing, or catching the ball of ya'll ya'self, wool, that we're about to sell as a sheeps eyeball'' said the fisherman
Old iddy biddy said "wait a minny, matey, I haven't ate the batey, you better look into my eyes, right straighty into because you're going to fucking die, lay in the blue wide sea for all of those birds to eat, you'll be bate mate, the birds might've not appreciated my loaf of tesco medium bread but i'm sure they'll apreciate the old iddy biddy me giving them you on your death-bed and on their dining plate"
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