"Yes", the doctor opined, "She probably could benefit from medication." "Oh, fiffle!", said she!

 

"As I was going out of my umble-jumper

I met a reerock toting away

my randy pipe.

I swore by my fit-ma-fat

If I had my tit-ma-tat

I'd make that reerock throw down my randypipe!!"

 

 

(as told to me by Marie Banks of Pollocksville NC many years ago.)