The Didgyduldeen

Of all the dances there have ever been

Be careful when doing the didgyduldeen​

I danced it once and I found it quite nice

But the rule is to never do the dance twice

For out of the shadows jumped Barnaby Bren

The roughular, toughular mad fighting hen

Ducking and weaving with anger in his eyes

Just ‘cos I twirled, hopped and slapped my own thighs

 If I could I would have thrown in the towel

As there's never been as mean-spirited or as dangerous a fowl.

I was face to face now with the hen that's most feared

I did the didgyduldeen again and he just disappeared.