There’s a
cow that’s stuck
At the end
of the lane.
With his
head in the pathway,
And his feet
in the drain.
The ox was
so wide
They
couldn’t release him
But how hard
they tried.
A butcher
was called for
To cut up
the beast
Into
hundreds of pieces
“Oh what a
feast”.
The butcher
who sliced him,
He started a
sale,
And sold him
as Brisket,
Steak
Sirloin and Tail.
Then up
spoke the farmer
And said
“never again”
Will I drive
my cattle
Down Oxbode
Lane”.
( Based on a
local nursery rhyme The Oxbode was pronounced Oxbody”)
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