Ol' Miz Clinton, that ol' Miz Clinton
She don't say sumpin', she don't know nuthin'
She jes keeps clumpin' along
She don't plant taters, she don't plant cotton
And them that plants 'em she thinks are rotten
That ol' Miz Clinton, she jes keeps frumpin' along
You and me, we sweat and strain
Body all achin' and wracked with pain
Do without, pay that tax
Ask fer a raise and you get the axe
Oh, oh.....oh
I gets weary and sick o' tryin'
I watch her lyin', but I ain't buyin'
As ol' Miz Clinton keeps pumpin'
And jes keeps stumpin' along.....
(and along and along and along.....)
Leni/MinuteGal
Cute.
After that great poem you ain’t no ways tarred.
5.56mm
She have Fake Struggle, she do.
Ol man river!!