He Is In His Cups Again
Crazy white rabbit trumpeter had a magic horn
You could hear its cloudy sound past the Iowa corn
I think he is in cups again my great-great-grandma said.
She always knew when he was stoned out of his head.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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