If she had it to do. All over again. It would be a photograph. She would have a wide grin. . But no, it was an artist. With a longing, loving style. So when the paint was dry.
Jump Jim Crow, jump Jim Crow. How do you do, you walk so slow. Like a little red rooster with one trick leg. Looks like you the one laying the egg. I don't know when but it'll be real soon.