On top of old Smoky
All covered with sand
I shot my true love
with a red rubber band
I shot her with care
I shot her with pride
Who could have missed her,
She was forty feet wide
I went to her funeral
I went to her grave
While the others threw flowers
I through hand grenades.
-Trent Eades, These were learned while I was in grade school in Great Falls, Montana:
Circa third of fourth grade, 1973 or 1974
Comment By: Lefty
July 15th, 2011 at 4:27 pm
A version from Minnetonka, MN, mid-2000s:
On top of a mountain
All covered in mud
I shot my friend Barney
With a fifty inch gun.
I went to his funeral
I peed on his grave
Some people threw flowers
But I threw grenades.
Forty years later
He rose from the dead
I took my bazooka
And shot off his head.