With
those old widows
I
no longer mingle
But
I’m having some trouble
Trying
to stay single
The
men all call me
A
fat old tub
But
I fight those widows
Off
with a club
I
don’t know what they see in me
I’m
really not a great big brute
The
only reason I can see
Is
just that I’m so dog-gone cute
Of
course if one of those neat chicks
With
lots and lots of dough
Should
say, “Come see the world with me!”
I
might just up and go
D.B.
Cox
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