Daddy's got twenty-seven cars
Sittin' around, trailin' his land
In each car he keeps a chicken
He's been gathering eggs by hand
He says
"Darlin', I need some help
I can't get all these eggs by myself."
My sister says
"Don't help him"
But I hear his blood yearning
The blood says
"Get some pliers;
There are bugs in your teeth."
Daddy, I need some help
I can't pull these teeth out by myself
My mother says
"Don't help him"
As she pulls out her stitches
He killed her favorite goat
And deliciously fed us them
Pieces of flesh in my hand
Keep them warm so I can reattach them
I unhitched his trailer
Which did to what I kicked
It rolled down the hillside
Killing raccoons in its way
Raccoons
I need some help
I can't slow down this train by myself
Raccoons help me now
Before he does
I have never tried
To speak to him and become
Raccoon help me now
before he dies
I have little time
To speak to him and
Become
Daddy's got twenty-seven cars
Surrounding a trailer on his land
In each car he keeps a chicken
He's been gathering eggs by hand