1947

In 1947 on the 19th day
June the month was born
the ordinary way
that my mother has sworn

The spark of intelligence 
fingers are divine 
feet are soft and puffy
I really think there mine

Between the cushions 
will lend forth more 
a rattling soother
or a bum rash sore

A Johnson will justly
powder my behind
and Vaseline always protects
that little thing of mine

Woody