MY UNCLE FRED

MY UNCLE FRED


My Uncle, a fat old farmer,
Said to his wife, my dear Aunt Belle,
One evening after dinner,
“Here’s something to you I must tell.

I know the time is soon coming,
When my times over and I’ll die.
Bury me in the west pasture,
Anywhere - under a cow-pie.

'Cause you see that way my body,
Will fertilize this precious earth,
And for all that I’ve accomplished,
That‘s all I’ll ever be worth.”

His wife, Aunt Belle quickly replied,
“On yourself - Fred, don’t be so hard,
I was planning on boiling you -
Down to make a big tub of lard."

8/15/07



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