Randolph's third reference, from Mrs. H. A. Mullenix of Farmington, Arkansas, on December 20th, 1941. She called it "The Barefoot Boy With Shoes On."

The night was dark and cloudy, the sun was shining bright,
The stars were casting burning rays on the storm that raged that night,
The lightning struck the cowshed, the cows all chewed their cuds,
The moonshine set the prairie on fire in the middle of a flood.

A barefoot boy with boots on came shuffling down the street,
His pants were full of pockets, his shoes were full of feet,
He was born when just a baby, his mother's pride and joy,
His only sister was a girl, his brother was a boy.

He never was a triplet, but always was a twin,
His legs were fastened to his knees just above the shin,
His teeth were fastened in his head, several inches from his shoulder,
When he grew up he was a man, and every day grew older.

One day he married a woman, who quickly became his wife,
Her weight was just six hundred, she weighed that all her life,
Her head was full of notions, her mouth was full of tongue,
They raised a dozen children, all born when they were young.

The youngest was a baby, the oldest was born first,
The good one was the best one, the bad one was the worst,
They never knew their ages, and never had to fear,
They knew they had a birthday a-coming every year.

They never knew their father's age, but always had a hunch
That he was born before the son, the oldest of the bunch,
And when they died they could not speak, their names they could not tell,
The girls all went to heaven, where the boys went I won't tell.