Spoken:
Now those are crickets, them ain't frogs
and those coyotes, them ain't dogs
and that ain't no zombie, that's just Abner
Had hisself a stroke last November
and when it comes to snakes, just you remember:
"Red on black, is friend of Jack
red on yellow, well that kill a fellow"
Now the squirrels, they don't dig them holes
wild hogs do
See this finger? Sure you don't,
hog ate that too
Right after he gored my ol' cur
Damn near split him in two
and that poodle you got on a string,
whacha doin' with that thing?
Any ol' hawk gonna make that a snack
Leave the crows all cacklin' in back
