The Distant Chicken of Hank Solfinger

Through backward alleys and sideway streets
On a dark and errant night
I stumbled and mumbled like bumbler bees
And did see a sordid sight

The fastest Chinaman in all the west
Wore velcro in his hair
And though he writhed within his vest
He was ruled by a dancing bear

A dog on a string who's wife was a bitch
But he loved her all the same
Convinced me that Hank used to be rather rich
And once lived life in the Fish Lane

Solfinger's Restaurants - the talk of the town
His partner's name was La Crombo
His wig was of silk and his dog old and brown
There is no rhyme for "La Crombo"!

But oh, see that man with the Crombie coat
He of the wide green flares
He's walking sideways but I'd like to note
I really don't think he cares

Ruination came in the shape of a hen
But then, doesn't it always?
La Crombo is partying at Number Ten
Solfinger sleeps in hallways

Did the hen's orgasm precede that of the egg?
Hank simply wouldn't say
But when Solfinger southern fried the chicken's left leg
It moved in a mysterious way

Was it God who removed Hank's one good tooth
And riddled him with diphteria?
Nothing could be further from the truth
Except maybe Siberia.