Mccalliog and His Hens

What’s a man supposed to do when lawlessness abounds?

When malcontents and footpads are prowling all around?

Who are you going to turn to as the victim of a crime?

Turn to the best of all

McCalliog and His Hens

(His Hens)

(His Hens)

Now McCalliog is a poultryman who walks many a mile

And he also does some admin work for Devon CID

But admin work is wasted on a man who has the gift

Nail crooks in minutes with

McCalliog and His Hens

(His Hens)

Hens lend a hand

Hens know the land

Beaks to the ground

Villains in the pound

In his farmyard over yonder he’s got forty-four informants

And through some kind of telepathy and guile

Justice wins the day

Now he hasn’t got an alias like Alias Smith and Jones

And he doesn’t wear a deerstalker, he’s no Sherlock Holmes

Who put away that madman who was re-arranging gnomes?

Who? McCalliog and His Hens

(His Hens)

Hens ever keen

See how they glean

Catching bandits and embezzlers through a haze of rum and vodka

With the wonderful assistance of his pals

McCalliog and His Hens

(His Hens)

McCalliog and His Hens

(His Hens)

McCalliog and His Hens

(His Hens)

McCalliog and His Hens

(cluck cluck)