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Ol' Wes, Ol' Craig and Rocky

While cleaning my house one night, I heard a noise outside real clear. I looked out the door and to my surprise Ol’ Wes, ol’ Craig, and Rocky was there These little varmints, are varmints indeed, Three pesky little coons. They live to investigate what’s on my porch Those silly, silly goons. I shooed them away by stomping my foot But they sat there and looked at me. Those crazy coons went and made me mad That was Wes and Craig and Rocky One of these days, I’ll have revenge Revenge on these coons, you see. I’ll get so I can outsmart them And they won’t outsmart me!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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