Yes, dude, he woke me up In the early morning time Our legs were wet with dew Gone after drifting cloud
Said 'gonna get some meal' Take it out from strawberry hill To spatter our luck within Foot by foot, hide from green smokeeeers.
There we were, getting along nicely, when suddenly bucket burst splashed up our hats 'Well, what is it? Greetings to the strawberry thieves! It is my ardent arm shooting to the beat!'
If you do still want to know Never legs my ran as pow Strapper couldn't do so fast Instead he threw his curse
Escaped with a whole skin on We came home black as crow Every little thing I know Sitting here, grinding my bone
All day long we were sitting, making up a plan of revenge thinking up how to make things warm for that hick, we flew into a rage But next day farmer told it to our folks threatens to put us to cage grandma gave me good scoulding and I forgot all my rage