Song of Mr. Doolittle

Well I,

I walked down town to the bow-tick store,

just to see what I could buy,

they had harlebusque, knives, quilts, grain, and more,

I knew not what to try.

Then the man said,

“Son, just take your pick,

just see what you might like best;

if you should take a bite and it makes you sick,

then just leave alone all the rest.

I have some sugar powder,

a little chowder,

some booger pudding

and some whey.

So just take a bit of what you are wanting,

and have a cheer-filled day!”

So I took a pinch of this,

I raised a scoop of that,

not one single offering did I miss,

I dropped it all inside my hat.

Then the man said,

“well son,

don't you dare forget the meat,

we have fresh hart not taken on the run,

now the live kooter is a mighty fine treat!

The skinned out bandit cat is really fun,

but the smoke cured Hoover hog can't be beat!”

So I took a share,

that was only fair,

I tarried around all that day.

I loaded it all into a sack

upon my back,

then struck out along my way.

As I left the old man said,

“Well good son, don't off and run,

feel free to tarry around for the rest of the day.

Later on we'll both sip a little hard cider,

just for fun,

and fill fruit jar as we may!”