My jar of pickles was suspiciously fizzy, I ate just one pickle and became really dizzy, I became violently ill, From that pickle with dill, And, made the emergency room awfully busy.
My snow covered shack up on the hill,
Came crashing down upon my still,
It buried my corn, my sugar, my mash,
It even buried two cans of corned beef hash,
All I saved were some pickles; I think they're dill.
Dill pickles give Jerry a nasty gas, It takes so long for it to pass, It takes more than one day, That’s too long most say, From the mouth to the end of his mass.
My snow covered shack up on the hill,
Came crashing down upon my still,
It buried my corn, my sugar, my mash,
It even buried two cans of corned beef hash,
All I saved were some pickles; I think they're dill.