I get the fish in the unbroken dish
I get the fruit, the nuts and the jelly
I rule the roost, so I choose the telly
I’m allowed to leave the toilet smelly
I’m the bread winner so I carve the roost
And it’s my prerogative to eat the most
It’s our Sunday dinner and has I should
I always get the extra, YORKSHIRE PUD
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