All across the nation
there's a certain vegetation,
the tender cultivation of
will get you one to five.
But rooted deep in our tradition
and gaining strength from prohibition
is the bootlegger's commission -
the scarce we shall supply.
So, get the dragnets woven
and fill the cells to overflowin',
but till it rains on the just and unjust alike
the fear of one last felony
will be eroded by necessity
in those parts of Little Dixie
where even the crow won't fly.
The Sunday Whirl words for Open Link Monday at Real Toads