A Bigfoot knocked on my trailer door,
When I didn’t let him in he gave off a roar,
I made him bacon and eggs,
He still broke my legs,
Those Bigfoots make me real soar.
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On my poor little trailer it snowed and it snowed,
Until the roof caved in and the walls outward bowed,
Of course, the lights went out,
Rescue was really in doubt,
So, like a garden weed I knew I was hoed.