The roach brushes his brown coat
Did a round dance
And went for a binge
The hen's envy laid a trap
Up for the roach's pride
He comes back drunken
And the hen on her knees on a prayer
Leapt and soon the roach's dance steps
Skewed up in the gizzard.
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