Times slip by..and I still wonder..,
just were did they come from
Well DUD..I know an egg's shot out..,
a feathery chicken's bum
Yet while on that Emerald Isle..,
on hi-ways..lanes..and bogs,
While learning about the customs..,
bout Limeys..and some Frogs..,
In all the miles we rolled up..,
and all the times we stayed
I never saw one clucker..,
just the eggs they layed.,
Another mystery..well its port..,
bacon ..chops.. and such
Now to hide them from us tourist..,
Well..thats a little much
So you can see the web's been weaved..,
the game is now afoot
When next I am on that Emerald Isle..,
I plan to find the root.