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.
There was an ogre named Pete, He kept his hovel real neat, They thought he was mean, Because he was clean, They refused to sell him some meat. Because the townspeople were so rude, Pete the Ogre could buy no food, So, instead of baked brownies, Pete lunched on the townies, Pete became a respectable dude.
I raised three pigs named Jason, They spent all their time horse-racing. One day they went bold, Their houses they sold, They lost big while their pony was pacing. The Jason’s were three brash little pigs, They lived in really comfortable digs, But, they bet all their money, On a pony named Sony, Now, they’re street vendors selling whiskey and cigs.