Have you ever gone fishing on a hot summer day,
Standing on the banks as the banks ran away,
with your hands in your pockets and your pockets in your pants,
Watching the fishies do the hoochie-koochie dance?
Well, I once had a chicken but she wouldn't lay an egg,
so I poured hot water up and down her leg.
Well, the little chicken hollered and the little chicken begged.
Then the poor old chicken layed a hard-boiled egg.
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