there once was a guy named bill
he had a mule and a dog and lived on a hill
the mule wore a hat made in spain
and the dog had an old tin can for a brain
the dog’s name was frankie lee
what else would it be?
the mule was called sleepytime joe
he always went with the flow
they did not get many visitors
revenue men or spanish inquisitors
an occasional lightning bolt
would give them a nudge or a jolt
trees grew on the hill
the way trees will
birds lived in the branches
and took their chances
snakes crawled on the ground
some bigger than others
and bears and possums avoided them
if they had their druthers
one day bill got a postcard
from a lawyer in the town
and terrible things transpired
but nobody wrote them down
bill and joe and frankie lee
are no longer to be found
but a portion of their old black stove
still sticks up from the ground
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