This is a poem not a song so I put it in BS.In the 1940s 0r maybe before this in Idaho there was a poem going around and at one time I had a copy but lost it years ago maybe one of you mudcatter have the words. This is what I remember.If a cat drinks a quart of buttermilk before he starts and run a mile before he fart and if he runs another mile and holds his and another mile with a puckered ass and if he holds his wits how far will he run before he shits.These words might not be correct but they are close.Louie Roy