Country Bumpkin' Poem by bernadette meessen

I'm a country bumpkin‘
Searchin' for my handsome pumpkin'
Makin' love beneath the haystack
Goin' down the Hudson in a kyack
I'm a country bumpkin'
Wearin' my funky buckskin
Hangin' out drinkin' my white lightin'
Be crazy and really frightin'
I'm a country bumpkin'
Woop be dee doo wop
Eatin' my chicken dumplin'
Skiddly be bop
I don't care if I've been grumblin'
Country air keeps me from crumblin'
I'm a country bumpkin‘
Searchin' for my handsome pumpkin'
Makin' love beneath the haystack
Goin' down the Hudson in a kyack
I'm a country bumpkin'
Wearin' my funky buckskin
Hangin' out drinkin' my white lightin'
Be crazy and really frightin'
Milkin' cows at 6 o'clock
Skillfully till the days is dark
I'm as happy as a lark
Ain't complainin'
Liftin' up my bails of hay
From sunrise till the end of day
Though I'm tired and feel outplayed I ain't strainin'
Dancin' at Oktoberfest
Then we fin'ly get sum rest
And the wind blow from the west
Weather's gainin'
Prancin' through December's tempest
Hasn't been a thing I ain't attempted
I'm so glad I'm weak and tempted
Ain't refrainin'
I'm a country bumpkin‘
Searchin' for my handsome pumpkin'
Makin' love beneath the haystack
Goin' down the Hudson in a kyack
I'm a country bumpkin'
Wearin' my funky buckskin
Hangin' out drinkin' my white lightin'
Be crazy and really frightin'
I'm a country bumpkin'