FAIRLIGHT'S RESPONSE Dearie, my stinkweed down here in the dell By selling yore honey, we shore do real well. Our kiddies is lucky to have such a Pappy, You make us all purty much happy. You won't learn no readin', that much is true, If only you would, I'd be proud of you. And all yore snorin' wouldn't be so bad, If'n you could read, I wouldn't be so sad. The way that you smell is really sorta rough, And sleepin' beside you can truly be tough, But I am yore darlin', as true as can be So grievous bad faults I mostly don't see. You can keep yore honey all to yoreself, Keep it all settin' out on a shelf, My vittles are always the joy of yore tummy, But I ain't a cookin, 'cause you's actin' crummy. by Wanda