The Ballad of Battered Sausage - Prologue & Lament
Up Turtle Hill from Lobster Bay,
down Dog & Bucket Lane,
there was a fish-and-chip shop once
whose owners went insane
and took us with them round the bend
then twice around again.
It looked like a normal chippy—
from outside anyway.
No clue to what those nutters did
to lead our town astray—
no sign that said ‘Abandon Hope
All Ye Who Take Away’.
