There was an old lady back in my younger days
who lived alone upon a rocky hill.
Cranky and cantankerous as can be was she.
Miss Yucan Kissmiasse was her lovely name.
Sticks and stones she would throw at passers
by on their way to town.
She cussed like a sailor on patrol at every
person that dared to say hello or wave to her
on their way past her rocky little house.
Til one dark and cloudy day she finally passed away.
Donavon Scott Vinson
