A Cockfight of Feelings

Only a fool gives up sex for lent
 When we were alive, before the eagle was spread
 It fell out of the sky and into the bed
 And you painted it true blue
 Now the eagle it hunts and you are its prey
 In old fashioned clothes and Nottingham lace
 Go ask Mrs. Johnson and she will say
 What a person you were back when
 Softly Now, Softly Now, Try it, you won't die
 Tobacco's a help because it clears the mind
 But like all your friends it is vilified
 They always say, the right amount's fine
 Even lazy people know the rules
 But you spoke a language that I knew too
 Innate understanding because I was a fool
 We all learn to listen after years at school
 Speaking of rules the book is in Port of Spain
 The worst work on Earth is on the turkey farm
 When those birds get excited, sound the alarm
 Where you took yourself and booked yourself
 And no one else wants to know