Collards is green,
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flappin' in the breeze.
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.
You move like the bass
which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.
Yore as satisfy'n as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yore as fragrant as Skoal
right out of the can.
Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life
like a fresh load of dirt.
Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
with an RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.
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