Now with snow less Jersey Devil Ed prancing around after butterflies and PeeWee as clueless as ever, it is time to put the record straight (with Ma's approval of course)

Once upon a time in First Cousin’s Country
was a shotgun weeding going incredible bad
with a nephew groom unwillingly present and
his first cousin nine months expecting bride,
all the invited were required to be kin and family
pre marinated by “uncle” Ezechiel’s moon-shine.

Three brothers ED were to be the flower’s boys
to more confuse everybody in that weeding crowd
prancing on the aisle throwing at each other petals
and drunkenly snickering at a half Uncle-half Pa
as they weren’t sure what to call the old geezer
that was also their third cousin and their granddad.

You can think anything about cooking road-kill but,
when you hungry its good to have li’l brother at hand
Jersey Devil ED can dish a mean meal for yer tummy
with a sauce relish hand picked from Jersey’s swamps
and if you ain’t ticklish in the nostril’s hole department
gonna think nothing li’l brother Jersey no taking baths.

Talking to the dogs, the birds and scrawny coyotes
sometimes howling at the moon with wolves and cats,
a lover of smelly caverns full of stale old green cheese
PeeWee is the deranged one, if one listen to poor Ma,
an adventurer that Davy Crockett missed in the woods
when he most needed a dumb sidekick to pick a fight!

Somewhere along the trial the mules started laughing,
cos brother EDvard said something funny about the bride
that the “uncle” holding the shotgun kind of disapproved
giving “Preacher’s” ceiling a double barrel mighty bang,
in panic PeeWee pointing at the bride’s belly confessed
“Don’t shoot!!! I did it, I am the bride’s kid’s dad!!!”