It was a hot and sultry day
and we were stuck in church.
The preacher's sermon bored us all
and we began to search
for anything to take our minds
off those tales of creation
and ancient prophets long ago
and warnings of damnation.
I was back then just six years old;
my brother Tim was four,
and we did something that hot day
we'd never done before.
Half of the folks were fast asleep;
the widow Brown was one.
Her mouth was open wide and deep,
and thus began our fun.
Tim found a cricket on the floor,
about an inch in size.
He sat and stared at it a bit,
and then to my surprise,
He popped it in the widow's mouth,
and she sat up at once,
and I was thinking, "Timmy Boy,
You truly are a dunce! "