The Missing Toe

Somewhere in an overgrown yard You'll find a lonely toe Flesh and bone now all alone Where the weeds will always grow An accident destined to happen While barefoot on the lawn An evil tale with a gasoline smell And the horror it would spawn It happened early one morning With the weed whacker by my side It was nice and sunny but it's wasn't very funny It was the day that a grown man cried The weed whacker had a mind of its own Like Jack the Ripper if you will It got my big toe first with its blood filled thirst Looking for some blood to spill Well, I put it under my pillow There's gotta be a toe fairy right? When I woke the next day the toe was gone away Disappearing in the middle of the night And for all of those who are wondering This story simply isn't true At least not yet but don't you ever forget When you're working in the yard wear a shoe