jasper was a gasper
and he had the right stuff
he hid in the bushes
when the going got rough
his curtain was certain
to blow in the breeze
he asked for a nickel
and never said please
his master was nasty
and gave him no relief
he waited out behind the barn
to give the master grief
the moon came up behind the trees
in a casual way
we will gather at the river
one of these days
jasper has a dollar
hidden in his shoe
he wishes he had a thousand
but what are you going to do?
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