Betty was a lovely lass who never ate raw meat, And then she met our Billy, who fed her pickled beet. He said to her “Oh Betty, please, please marry me today, I could show you my rear cabin and we could make some hay”. “Oh Billy Boy, Oh Billy Boy I really love you true, But you own an Atalanta, and hardly have a clew”. —– Billy took the
A land yacht thought Billy-boy, could be just the thing, The freedom of the open road, should make the old heart sing. But such a shift from keels to wheels, was easier said than done, For sleeping in the pick-up bed, just didn’t look like fun. Then his sister saw a blister, that was really going cheap, And Billy had a vision, that might let him get some sleep. For
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