Oh, first I went and shot a quail.
\nAnd then I sent it in the mail.
\nAnd now I’m looking for some bail.
\nI guess that was an epic fail.<\/p>\n
Quail, quail, everybody rail!
\nThis is the chorus of the mailed quail’s tale.<\/p>\n
Good sir, I did not realize
\none could not shoot a bird that flies.
\nAnd for that I apologize.
\nIn future times, I’ll be more wise.<\/p>\n
O, it was not so much the killing,
\nbut the mailing got you illing?
\nI find that assessment chilling.
\nBirds can fly air mail if willing.<\/p>\n
Quail, quail, everybody rail!
\nThis is the chorus of the mailed quail’s tale.<\/p>\n
Good sir, I had to mail that beast
\nto a destination east.
\nIt was his last wish at least
\nthat he make the family feast.<\/p>\n
But, if my actions still give pause,
\narrest me and all my in-laws.
\nIf one last banquet’s not good cause,
\nthrow me in the eagle’s claws.<\/p>\n
Quail, quail, everybody rail!
\nThis is the ending of the mailed quail’s tale.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"