My Little Cleaver

At the bottom of the page is the song which gave its name to this blog. Words by the incomparable Walt Turton, music by yours truly. Listen or download.

If you download, PLEASE spend a moment to comment on something here, maybe one of the posts.  Tell me I’m great, tell me I suck, say you’ll be back, or you’ll never darken my blog again… Whatever you think, I’d very much like to know.

I hope you like the song. Here are the lyrics…

I don’t like jellies made with cheese

I don’t like fish and liver

I don’t like anything shaped like peas

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like anything 8 foot tall

I don’t like sheep that slither

I don’t like things that creep and crawl

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like sleeping in a lake

I don’t like frogs much either

I don’t like noises flowers make

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like pigs that sit and beg

I don’t like yellow fever

I don’t like anything with one leg

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like music played on flutes

or doors with rusty levers

I don’t like toads in hobnail boots

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like crawling on all fours

or jumping in the river

I don’t like things that live in drawers

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like ferrets in the walls

or cupboards filled with beavers

I don’t like camels dressed in shawls

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like policemen carved in lead

or chickens dressed in leather

I don’t like finding geese in bed

but I likes me little cleaver

yes, I likes me little cleaver

words by Walt Turton & music by George Bacon

copyright 2003 Cottage Pie Music(BMI)

info@georgebreakfast.com

here is the song! my little cleaver