We went out to the holler and cooked supper over an open fire. When it came time to go, I was dousing the fire, slowly and deliberately. While doing so, I broke into song spontaneously (this happens a lot with me).
My brother Bill is a fireman bold, 'cause he puts out fires. He went to a fire last night, I'm told, 'cause he puts out fires.
The fire lit a stick of dynamite which blew poor Bill right outa sight, but where he's going, it'll be all right, 'cause he puts out fires.
collinsmom was amazed. After all these years, I still have routines she hasn't heard.