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.
There was a Praying Mantis named Sid, He stayed most perfectly hid, When a bug came along, The bug had sung it's last song, And, Sid could feed his mom, wife and kid.
There was a blue Mercedes named Hugh,
He was fast and reliable too,
He worked like a charm,
He kept his owner from harm,
The owner had an attitude that blew.
Hugh was a Mercedes car,
He was driven by a movie star,
When the star drove too fast,
Hugh knew his time had past,
Hugh’s parts were sold near and far.