It's time for me to work on my Southern Drawl.
I'm definitely not gonna break into a Bawl,
Just hafta make a concerted effort to say "Y'all"
If not for any other reason but to fit in at the Mall.
E'en if I can't speak like y'all, I'm gonna have a Ball
Living somewhere the sun ain't held in a Pall
For half the year where Winter starts in the Fall,
And snow ne'er melts, just piles up into a Wall.
I would never ever even feign to have the Gall
To say I ain't gonna miss anyone back there at All.
If I did, I'd probably eventually get into a Brawl.
So if Y'all miss me as much as I miss Y'all,
Run, don't Crawl if you wanna give me a Call.
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