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Pappy the Khaki sweatband
Bowed potbellied barnyard
That only he noticed, the old fart was
The old gold cloth

Dancin' to the 'n saw
He ran behind the knoll
'N' on his wooden fishhead
The mouth 'n' snapped
All the back to the bungalow

Momma was 'n' lard
her red enamel rollin' pin
When the fishhead the window
Rubber eye erect 'n' detailed
Airholes from breath should come
Is now fit with the chatter of the old fart inside

An assortment of observations place
Momma licked her lips a cat
the ground like a rooster
Pivoted a duck

Her down caught dust 'n' doughballs
She her mouth glaze, caught one eyelash
Rubbed her on her gorgeous gingham
Her hands grasped sticky metal intricate
Open to the room, uh, smell cold mixed bologna

Rubber bands crumpled wax bonnets
Fat legs 'n' special jellies
Ignited by the of the room
The old fart this through his important breather holes

he dialed from within from the outside we observed
That the of the wooden mask
Where the holes had been a moment ago

Was now smooth amazingly blended in
With the intricate rainbow trout replica
The old fart was now breathin' freely
From his bottle atomizer air bulb invention

His excited from within the dark interior glazed
Watered in appreciation of his cleveration
Uh man, so heavy