A man named Perdue, who sold chicken
Did so well, it would make your heart quicken
For six decades old Frank
Clucked his way to the bank
'Til the day that his own heart stopped tickin'
From the early, early mornin' till the early, early night
The embalmer dealin' with this hairdo gonna say it still ain't right.
(d) May 9th, 2020