Originally Posted by OldPat
Hey, everyone, let's write a song. I'll start it off.
I wanna be a tater, so brave and bold.
Alas, all those eyes are cryin' me a river.
Those mean ole Cocks keep spurrin' my ass.
Oh, tater, that was Ben's pitchfork buried to the hilt.
Spurs were hooded. Savin' 'em for Sunday PM.
Devil came back from Georgia just to make me do it.
I'd go next but I'd have to take it to Smack.