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 44 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)