Lookin' Forward To Our Friend's A' Comin'

We got us some friends -
And they're a comin' to visit
Our little house here in Tennessee.
They're a thinkin' we're now hillbillies -
and a wonderin' how we live
I'd better let 'em Really SEE!

I'm a puttin' on my tank top-
Lettin' it all hang out...
As I'm shooin' the chickens outta the house.
Reid's pullin' some teeth
An' hitchin' up his overalls
As he's a carryin' out our dead mouse.

Yep, our floors don't need a sweepin'
'Cause they're just simply dirt
But for our supper...I don't know what to do.
I'll a make my Honey's favorite
I'll fry us up some vittles and
We'll have us some Possum Stew!

(Sorry this ain't one of my better poems, but we Tennessee hillbillies ain't got no guud edukashen to show us how to rite. Yee-haw! Gotta go - the 'coon dog's a barkin' at somethin'.)