What a foul day

Wasted again, chasing waterfowl away
We've had it up to here, and we're all about to break
Living in fear of the Terror From the Lake

What a foul day
Wasted again, chasing waterfowl away
We'd stuff him full of sage in the oven on a tray
But the RSPCA say the bugger has to stay
So we suffer through the fate of another fowl day