Poppa I know There's a frog on my toe Maybe I'll call him jethro Maybe I'll grow up to be As wise, good as he And maybe I'll come back after you're long gone
Poppa I'm sure The worms have eaten you now And jethro's been on some frenchy's plate long ago Now I'm pretty sure that I listen to every word 'cause I still hear you telling me still
Slap them boys when they're naughty Make 'em crawl, make you haughty
Make you strong, little girl You paint them toes the reddish colour And you know one day You're gonna be bigger than a flea You're gonna be bigger than that old poison ivy tree
Now I'm pretty sure That I think you'd come and visit And talk sometimes kind of like gidget A funny little chance like an indian brave He said we all grew fat when the white man came But one day girl you're gonna learn to make 'em crawl Make 'em grow tall But have the grace To be a lady with disgrace And you fry them 'taters And you make them with ladies, hands I know you're my pappy's baby
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