Peter went to pick his peck
crikey he said, oh what the heck
my peck's been pecked
my pickings picked
all my peppers have been nicked

he looked around him with a sigh
and what was it he did espy?
there on the fence sat a fat woodpecker
licking his lips, the pepper peck wrecker

but you peck wood poor Peter said
you've pecked my pecks, are you right in the head?
wood’s all good laughed the woodpecker
but variety is the spice of life
said the smart-arse little fecker.