I did not sing today.
I walked long,
But there was no song
As I went about my way.
Buddy Blue visits, of an afternoon.
He flits from picket to picket
before darting to the blade.
Are we huggin' or bumpin' or shakin'
There's a pox on me if I'm mistakin'
I don't want to leave you there quakin'
If we're huggin' or bumpin' or shakin', huggin' or bumpin' or shakin'
The Scissor Tale
John W. Stetson
We headed to the corner store for more
Of what we thought we needed more
Of what we thought we needed for