Not enough words
We can say
She from back in da day
Those hard biscuits used as ammo
Hid in da trees
With her double barrel sling shot
Elly would shoot at me
Elly had a cousin
Jethro Bodine was his name
Being a double naught spy
Was his claim to fame
Then there was Granny
Cooked them vittles
Made her potions
Granny had possum in her kettles
Old Uncle Jed
From the hills of Tennessee
Struck that black gold
Move them all to hills of Beverly
The cement pond
Ghosts in the walls
Neighbors Drysdales and Miss Jane
I sure miss them all
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