Pappy with the Khaki sweatband   Bowed goat potbellied barnyard that only he noticed   The old fart was smart   The old gold cloth madonna   Dancin' t' the fiddle 'n saw   He ran down behind the knoll   'n slipped on his wooden fishhead   The mouth worked 'n snapped all the bees   Back t' the bungalow       Momma was flatten'n lard   With her red enamel rollin' pin   When the fishhead broke the window   Rubber eye erect 'n precisely detailed   Airholes from which breath should come   Is now closely fit   With the chatter of the old fart inside       An assortment of observations took place   Momma licked 'er lips like uh cat   Pecked the ground like uh rooster   Pivoted like uh duck   Her stockings down caught dust 'n doughballs   She cracked 'er mouth glaze caught one eyelash   Rubbed 'er hands on 'er gorgeous gingham   Her hand grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork   Open t' the room uh smell cold mixed with bologna   Rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets   Fat goose legs 'n special jellies   Ignited by the warmth of the room   The old fart smelled this thru his important breather holes   Cleverly he dialed from within from the outside we observed   That the nose of the wooden mask   Where the holes had just been uh moment ago   Was now smooth amazingly blended camouflaged in   With the very intricate rainbow trout replica       The old fart inside was now breathin' freely   From his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention       His excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed;   watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation.