Hey! There's a stick

And a puddle mix

Of mud and water

I know I ought'a

Keep on my way

To work today

They tell me I'm

Too old to play

But who can pass

The chance to see

The look of mud balls

Droppin' from that maple tree

I could climb up high

And wait for Suzy Mae

To come on by

And then I'd show her

How I really love her

By droppin' down these mud balls

From the sky high up above her

But no, I must get to work

Suzy Mae's a long past memory

And they would say I play the simple jerk

A grown man with a suit and tie

Sitting high with mud balls

In a childhood maple tree

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copyright 1999 by Forrest Meader