Henry and Eddie. With guns in hand they strutted forth great expectations had they both Their aim was keen, their bags were empty Not another miss - of them were plenty A little rest to grab a bite, a good old yarn of shooting at night dogs well fed now here we go where are the birds - we think we know I’ll take one side - you take the ditch then all goes well without a hitch the birds fly high with desperate squawks the dynamic duo with eyes like hawks their bags now full with plenty game this should make the hall of fame the best of days they ever had neither gents were ever sad.