Ha ha. I'm paddling backwards--don't want my back turned that way. :hmm3grin2orange:
Space took a trip down the mighty river you see,
I'll tell you about his secret from the Catahochee,
Floating down the river pushing with a paddle,
The sound of banjos foretold of impending battle,
He beached the canoe cause he had to pee,
He has just finished up when what did he see?
Two toothless men with skin white as a sheet,
His brain said run but he couldn't move his feet,
They both grabbed his arms, what could he do?
I'll bet when he passes the bar, he's gonna sue,
Space concocted as story, it was quite a tale,
He say anything to say out of the hillbilly jail,
They undressed him and naked there he stood,
Space said, "Gettin' chilly, let's cut some firewood",
At first they scoffed at his off the cuff reply,
Then said, "Is mighty chilly and we have a gray sky",
They said, "Hey mister, how you gonna cut a tree",
Space said, "I've got myself a great big ole Husky",
Being Stihl men they laughed hard enough to f_rt,
Space took the opportunity to make a hasty depart,
If you find yourself up the wrong creek with no paddle,
Here's advice so a hillbilly doesn't use you for a saddle,
If you're riding down the river and ever hear a banjo,
Or if you hear a chainsaw, I won't stop to go.
KABLAM! 
