I can't remember the last time to be truthful
I heard Mr. Matthew's say they're "bootiful
You never see him smiling broadly on the TV
As he express's the virtues of bits of Turkey
It's not even Bernard's voice on the Turkey ads
No it's one of those clever impressionist lads
So then what's become of the Turkey magnate
The police don't suspect foul play at any rate
His tones still tell us his products are the best
But Mr. Matthew's himself now has foul pest
Bernard no longer has any hair on his head
But a bright red comb grows on there instead
A crop grows on his chin and he even has a beak
He goes "cocka doodle if you hear him speak
He rarely goes out and that must be quite hard
Unless it's to have a scratch in his own back yard
So now he has feathers sprouting from his belly
And that's why we never see him on the telly
