Sing to tune of Beverly Hill-Billies:
Oh, I’m a –tellin’ you a story ‘bout a silly ole Dick
Klutzy ole fart, often went by ‘Rich’ or ‘Rick’
Last week he went a-fishin’, to bring his kin some grub
Then, down the hill he rolled and landed in a shrub!
Prickly, that is – broke his pole.
Stubbed his toe. Strained his back.
When he got up, clutching pail and tackle box
His young pal Zeb was squatting on his hocks,
Havin’ a good chuckle, while Richard tripped again
This time landed in the river, the ole fart couldn’t win!
Bad day- no fish.
Klutzy man – what next?
Wal, this week ole Rick thought he’d reno. the bathroom
Makin’ two rooms into one seemed like the thing to do.
But while up on the ladder, he slipped and then went SPLAT
Right into slippery poop that was left there by the cat…
Silly man – big ole goof…….
Can’t stay upright. No how.
So this week’s posting for the Blue Bell Mountain Blog
Is all about a man who functions in a mountain fog
Next thing ya know, ole Rick is soakin’ wet,
Or standin’ in some shit that was left there by his pet!
It’s the Appalachian Antic-killies!