In a fairy tale town called Olde Hanahan
There ruled a merry little band
They waved their wands and cast a spell
On the township folks so they could not smell.
“That’s gold in the bucket!”
Humpty Kevin Cox yelled.
And, with this declaration,
The crowd it soon swelled.
They all gathered ’round.
They pushed and they shoved
To glimpse at the treasure that
All people loved.
One wizened old crone, she stepped up to say
What the fools in the crowd were thinking that day.
“This glorious pile is a wondrous thing!
Come! Let us all dance and let us all sing!”
A wise man stepped up and he testified
That the merry band…well they had simply lied.
“This is not gold!” he spewed out his words
“It’s a big steaming pile of stinking wet turds.”
Off he was driven with sticks and with curses
Old hags they were swinging their large rock-filled purses.
There’s much more to tell…but why waste my breath
On people whose common sense has long left.
Years they did pass
Yet none would admit…
The merry band and their bucket
Was chock full of shit.