The Hog and the Log
She's a beauty
But her mind is fuity
The maid drunk to much grog
Put on her wooden togs
And ran out into the fog
Tripped on a moldy log
Sprained her ankle And,
Was raped by a horny hog. Ooops!
Sank down onto the bog
But was rescued by a rooting hog.
Crazy Lady
My loves a crazy lady
Who deals a mite to shady
Teases me and called me 'fraidy
Cause I'l never call her Saidie.
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