I painted my black and white cat, He was playing with a squeaky-toy rat, I sold the painting for big cash, So, I'm painting more mishy-mash, I'm living off those with a wallet that's fat.
Marcy was a real pretty horse, A gnome ate her for his main course, Then he ate my dog,
My cat and my frog, Gnomes are such an evil force.
There was a little gnome named Klaus, He kept gnawing on my old house,
He liked tasty paint,
With a bit of lead taint,
And, termites and the occasional mouse.
I make fried green tomatoes, Sometimes with fried potatoes, I slice them thick or thin, Different tastes for different kin, I dip them in the egg, I dip them in the flour, I turn on the stove, I crank up the power, When puffed up and golden browned, That’s the best taste I have found, There’s nothing better on Puget Sound, Than fried green tomatoes all around.
There's sharks in Grand Traverse Bay, Otherwise, it's a nice place to stay, But, the sharks always attack, Few swimmers come back, And, upfront at hotels you must pay.
Snookey the Shark lives in Grand Traverse Bay, She eats every swimmer that swims in her way, But, every Fourth of July, She eats every swimmer, oh my, Then, she burps for the rest of the day.
Little Carrie likes to cheat at checkers, Making false kings via double-deckers, If you turn away for a time, She'll add crowns down the line, She is the queen of the fair game wreckers.