A SONG FOR PENELOPE: THE WHOLE DAMN THING

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Favorite Young Man (a.k.a. Human Brother to Franklin and Penelope) learned of Penelope's wish for a chicken and found a special song for her. I'm including the lyrics because I can't understand all the words they're singing so I suspect you won't understand them either.

I got drunk and i ate a chicken
i ate the chicken i found in my kitchen
not just the leg, and not just the wing
i'll like to let you know i ate the whole damn thing

Well, i was pretty drunk, i must have been half-blind
but when i found the chicken, i knew she was so mine
i don't know where she'd come from, how long she's been
but i ate her anyway because I was drinking and i didn't care

I got drunk and i ate a chicken
i ate the chicken i found in my kitchen
not just the leg, and not just the wing
i'll like to let you know i ate the whole damn thing

Well, it turns out she's been there for a while
but it don't matter to me
she was heading for the garbage
and the big bad bird was for me

I got drunk and i ate a chicken
i ate the chicken i found in my kitchen
not just the leg, and not just the wing
i'll like to let you know i ate the whole damn thing

Well, i'm sitting in my kitchen
and i'm wondering where's my chicken
i don't know what to do, i feel so alone
'cause the only friend i have is a pile of chicken bones!

I got drunk and i ate a chicken

i ate the chicken i found in my kitchen
not just the leg, and not just the wing
i'll like to let you know i ate the whole damn thing