The Living Daylights

My, my, all my pretty ones, 

Aren’t we a picture? Oh, 

Night’s a flying the coop, 

The crescent’s stuck 

On the vane, hallelujahs

On high for the lunatic cock 

That shall egg on the chicks 

That shall startle the yolk 

That shall sire the albumen 

Sunny-side up day after day!