Stuck in a pattern of the red mongoose,
I went and hitched a ride on a moose.
I went and kissed my momma goodbye,
And off I went to learn how to fly.
I said a"How'dya do" upon the rooty toot toot,
But then he kicked me hard on the left of my caboose.
I screamed in pain and quacked like a duck and said
"Whoa, there, Charlie, guess we're outta luck."
Heeha the coyboys cry
Yeeha the cows reply,
Seesaw is what the kids will ride
in the day of the soaring pie.