(June's parody of Hank Williams' song Kaw-Liga)

Well, I just penned up the cattle
He didn’t have a pull
He put the bucket under her
And he pumped the blame thing full

When the cows heard him coming. they would wail
Here comes old, icy fingers with his pail

Poor, old Kaw-Liga he never had a kid
Poor, old Kaw-Liga you never know what he meant
Is it any wonder his daddy played the bread
Kaw-Liga poor, old wooden hand

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