My grandfateh was a master of doggerel verse and song. I cannot remember all of them and he has been dead thirty years. He died at the age of 99.

I want help in finishing this poem/song

Up a scyamore, down a pine,
I Split my bretches right a hind.
I Asked my sister, good and kind,
To patch my bretches right a hind.

Does anyone know more?

Philip Hudson hudsonpw@tx.rr.com