Cat. #0644 (MFH #337) - As sung by Reba Dearmore, Mountain Home, Arkansas on January 7, 1969
VERSE 1
O, there was a little man
And his name was Simon Slick
An' he owned an awful kick'n mule
O, how th mule could kick
He a jump-a-ray, a kick-a-ray
A hunk-a-bell-a-sticker
He could knock 'er back quicker
Than a back stick a liquor
Pa, Pa, th horse ran away
Never mind th horses, my dear
Th faster they run th sooner we get there
O, what fun it is t' have a picninc party
And dinner all on th ground
Ants in th butter and th bugs in th milk
An' skeeta's a buzz'n around
Watch out there lady
You'll step in that cow shame
One of them boys was stick'n
That straw up that poor blind monkeys eye,
See Boy, I know who cut off that ole rams con-
Found them butterfilies on that cold frosty dog
Turn them things right around
O, what fun it is t' have a picninc party
An' dinner all on th ground
Ants in th butter, an' th bugs in th milk
And th skeeta's buzz'n 'round
VERSE 2
Kicked th feathers off a goose
Kicked th hairs off a frog
Killed seven Chinamen
An' swallowed a yellow dog
He's a jump-a-ray, a kick-a-ray
A hunk-a-bell-a-sticker
He could knock 'er back quicker
Than a back stick a liquor