Amos is scratchin' his hip some more,
Tryin' to channel his next metaphor;
Hawk is screamin' as if in pain
'Cos no one can speel Pancho's name;
Spaw is spewing HEY PAAAHH-N-CHO !
HEY CEEEE-Z-KO!
Why he spews so?
Well, there ain't nobody knows.

But all the Mudcat lurkers say,
They could have posted better any day;
The opportunity just slipped away,
It's a kindness, I suppose.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble