An ice shanty sat out on the lake,
Where fishermen fish for perch and splake,
The winter winds stopped,
The ice shanty dropped,
Now it's a home for the fish to take.
I made bean and pepper pork sausage links, But, my brother-in-laws were both nasty finks, They ate ten sausages apiece, Then passed gas like two geese, And, said that my sausage just stinks.
My car is sprinkled all with rust, But, the kids all call it pixie-dust, Well, the engine is magic, If magic is tragic, And, getting somewhere not a must.