As the sick baby boy was bored stiff and started complaining about snow and weather, we started to remember when he used to play with a what in a hurry we needed to call a VooDoo Doll...
(hope his Renè don't read this...or Ma)

As Ma never seen one of those Barbie dolls,
she was more than surprised at Jersey Ed
when she caught him kind of playing off
in the privacy of the common brothers bed,
wassamatter with you guys!!! she hollered
ready to smack for no reason all three heads.

But Ma, said Peewee Ed trying to be smarter,
it is our voodoo doll, ask Ole Brother Ed,
no need to get so worked up for nothing
that doll is not even physically parts correct,
just something to have fun as we have no radio
after Pa hocked it together with your TV set.

Yore morons stealing from yer sis Tiger Lily?
no way Ma! said Ole Edvard, much offended,
why should be provoking that squealing brat?
we do not need another hole in our pretty heads
it is Jersey gone religious, you should be proud,
the mother an hillbillies preacher thoroughbred.

Not much clothes on that doll and I do not like
my precious younger one that is so innocent
to be drag to sin by two inconsiderate brothers
that should knew better, wiming with no threads
is no good for children moral, not in my house,
never mind if Jersey Ed is fifty five old in years.