A silly, city gal ignorant of the country.
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There was a silly gal ignorant of the country
The oddest contraption she ever did see
Was a worn little shack with a moon in the center
Sagging and ancient, she feared it would splinter
"Honey, what is that?"
Her honey held a snigger.
"Can we take this thing back?"
He shrugged. "Honey, a John?"

She couldn't help but stare when workers came running
Soon a line was forming outside the shack.
"Honey, get the video! " the city gal screamed.
Posing by the wooden door, she nearly got creamed.
"Honey, film me by John."
The workers all sniggered
"Get that moon overhead?"
"Sweetheart, that shack's a John!"

Envisioned, Honey threw a party for friends
She spoke of the country; the oddity of things
Of little pink piglets and insects with wings.
"They're one-of-a-kind, but this one is mine."
She unveiled her John.
"It's a shrine they visit.
What's its' name again, Dear?"
Red-faced, he whispered. "It's John."