I WHACKED MY FISH, AND FRIED THEM UP LIKE MAMA DID

I use to fish with a cane pole, and whacked the fish in the head, real fast,

I scooped them up quick, into my net, because their concussion wouldn't last,

I whacked them again, in the head,

I made sure they were pretty dead,

The fillets, I fried in bacon grease; just like mama did in the past.

MONKEY CY, CRY

There once was a little monkey named Cy,

When he smelled a banana, he'd cry,

It reminded him of mommy,

She was accused being commie,

Then whisked off to prison without a "bye".