Kevin's Kit and Kaboodle,
Contained red beans, rice, and a noodle.
His food, he did like to season,
One day he was hung, from a tree, for no reason.
And now, he can no longer doodle.
There are a few cowards amongst us;
They'd like us to sit in the back of the bus.
They wear hoods at night,
Give people a fright,
And hang fine people, without any thought, or fuss.
They burnt crosses on lawns.
Treated people like pawns,
And there wasn't a brain,
To stop or refrain,
These jackasses, from killing in the dawns.
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Well, well, well I admit it is a little different to what I expected. A glum subject to try to add a little humor to. Adeline