Turkey Buzzard Bob - Song Page
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from album Out on the Tallgrass Prairie
Album Notes;
He’s nature’s undertaker, plays a critical role in nitrogen cycle, and even soars beautifully, but we’d hate to share the supper he sits down to eat at night.
Above image courtesy of Pixabay, photographer Robert Jones)
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LYRICS
Old Turkey Buzzard Bob will eat anything that’s dead:
A cow that’s struck by lightning, or road-kill feast instead,
Old possum parts and rabbit guts, a piece of tragic tortoise,
The innards of a raccoon that’s way past rigor mortis.
We-may find his meals unsavory; their smells would make us swoon.
But without him all the dead things would pile up to the moon!
He-recycles all the dead stuff that’s full of nitrogen,
And gives it back to Nature to build new life again.
We really ought to thank him, but he’s got a thankless job.
He’s Nature’s undertaker; he’s Turkey Buzzard Bob.
Yes he can seem downright romantic as we watch him in his flight.
We’d just hate to share the supper he sits down to eat at night.
He doesn’t care for rice or kale, he’s sure no vegetarian;
His culinary specialty is local, sun-dried carrion.
There’s so many at his table: maggots, beetles, worms, and bugs.
They eat a gourmet dinner when we would holler Ugh!
But don’t ever try to tease him, you’ll be sorry that you tried.
He’ll target you with vomit, and make you want to die.
CHORUS
We love to watch his soaring as his shadows skim the ground.
It’s true he seems so graceful as he glides and floats around.
Until we see him closer: how his head is bare & red,
But that’s the way he keeps it clean when eatin’ stuff that’s dead!
No, Bob is not too picky, when he sits down to eat -
Last night's quail or even skunk - to him it's all a treat.
He never has to worry ‘bout what to feed the kids:
He just checks the road for skid marks, and by golly there it is!
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