 I got that good old raw lean blood tonic medicine. I'm a poet, if you don't think I'm a poet. Watch me show it. Well, a bow-legged rooster, a duck-legged hen, I made a little date about half past ten. Was it sad? Oh, boy, it was bad. Yeah, I asked the rooster, crowed, and the hen turned around. Want romance, she got to run me down. Was it sad?