BLUE ROCK'S SCHEME © 2006

Come with me, if you will

And sit with me upon the hill.

Take a gander down 'toward my town

Get a load of the silly clowns!

Now, I must say old Blue Rock

Is full of one horse dirty socks

Cause Mabel never turned a washer on

Or filled a bathtub with her thumb!

Old Clem sits there, his mouth is full

Of chaw terbakkie; spillin' bull.

Smackin' down a swig or two

Tellin' yarns on me and you.

The sheriff hides when Mabel screams

Cause he knows she's a nightmare's dream.

He's been there more than once or twice

Pullin' her down; she's swattin' the lice.

If only she would clean her house

She wouldn't have the dirty louse.

Now I'm not talkin' about the nits

It's her husband, the dirty twit!

Her cousin George lies like a dog

Couldn't tell the truth; he's lost in a fog.

Staggers round from room to room

We all know his name spells doom.

Lookie there, why it's the twins

Can't tell'em apart cause of their grins.

Gotta be careful, tho, they might explode

Been eatin' them beans; a whole truck load!

Over yonder, it's the Flippin's house

Never know next, who's gonna crouch

Outside their windows all blacked out

A smellin' that smoke...sure is stout!

Now, I'm not one to poke and prod

Don't care 'bout them stupid clods.

Jist leave me be, let me do my thing

While I sit here watchin' Blue Rock's scheme.