My Dear Sweet Buzzard I made the call
the Panther and Clouseau who are the best
Maybe they can do a little tree shaking
and bring you out of your nest.
It's been weeks and weeks
and not a single peep have you made
I've wondered what could have happened
not a single prank have you played
Now my patience is getting a tee bit short
from way up north there has been no rumble
Upon the North winds reaching way down South
Is what I hear from ole Buz the cry of uncle
To win by default
I never would have thunk
These are actions
only from a pole cat skunk
So redeem your self
and pick up your pen
you got a lot of catching up
for the prized Gold Pen win
Original by
Mouth of the South
aka
Donna DeLong Matthews
July 2009