Flickin’ and flutterin’ in the wind,
Mowed ’em, buddy—and us—I’ll tell the world!
Got old Slim—got him right!
Down in the poppies he goes—kickin’—clawin’!
Don’t talk poppies to me—
Skunk cabbage first—compree?
If you’d seen old Slim—
Boy, he died wallerin’ in poppies!
Poppies—
Hell!