I’m going to sneak up behind the swan,
Catch it and stuff it in a pillowcase;
Soft and so downy to rest upon,
Swans don’t leave a wrinkle on my sleeping face.
And when I wake in the morning,
Just as the daylight is dawning,
I’ll take my swan and I’ll pluck it,
Grind all the meat in a bucket,
Stir in some eggs, flour and seasoning,
Leave in the oven for six hours to bake,
And when I come home from work in the evening,
My dinner will be: lovely Swan Cake!