[Poem]
There's ole Gray with her dove-winged hat
There's ole Green with her sewing machine
Where's the bobbinet?
Tote an old grain in a printed sack
The dust blows forward n' the dust blows back
And the wind blows black through the sky
And the smokestack blows up in the sun's eye
What am I, gonna die?
A white flake riverboat just blew by
Bubbles popped big
And a lick - and a lipstick Kleenex
Hung on a pointed forked twig
Reminds me of the bobby girls
Never was my hobby girls
Hand full o'worms and a pole fishin'
Cork bobbin' like a hot red bulb
And a bluejay squeaks
His beak open an inch above a creek
Gone fishin' for a week
Well, I put down my bush
And I took off my pants and felt free
The breeze blowin' up me and up the canyon
Far as I could see
It's night now
And the moon looks like a dandelion
It's black now
And the blackbird's feedin' on rice
And his red wings
Look like diamonds and lice
I could hear the mice toes scamperin'
Gophers rumblin'
In pile crater rock holes
One red bean stuck in the bottom of a tin bowl
Hot coffee from a crimped-up can
Me and my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam