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City Slicker ~
Lemme tell ya sumthin
I ain't no country gal
just a city slicker
'avin me a ball
In summer I go visit
grandparents on dare farm
nuttin like da city
so nebber stay too long
A course I lub da libestock
chickens and da cows
'n relish da aroma's
dat linger awl around
Sew many purdy flowers
line da picket fence
baby chicks 'n ducklins
avoidin pigpen stench
Da turlit in an outhouse
me gawd, eye be appauled
eye always sit dare gaggin
ain't no fun atall
Da piglets strike me fancy
when dey foist be born
da gallopin' goose is scary
chases me each morn
Grampa woiks da garden
while gramma bakes da bread
rooster dare alarm clock
stirs em outta bed
I try sew ard ta elp em
seems dares much ta do
jest a city slicker
aven't got a clue
Tried ta do sum milkin
dun squirted tween me eyes
weeded out da garden
shore ated awl da flies
Shucked da corn fer supper
boiled da cannin jars
gawsh eye be so tired
da woik is purdy ard
Da eggs eye put in baskets
'n den eye sweep da barn
dat gallopin' goose attacks me
ev'ry dog gone tyme
Eye swear he sees me comin
den charges in full force
my legs take off arunnin
grandpa laffs 'n laffs
Hayin in da pasture
trudgin thru da mud
seems eye always slippin
face first in da dung
Cowfolk lub dare farmin
dey kin ave it awl
dis gal prefers da city
wit da shoppin malls :)
Rose Marie Streeter © 2006