More Poems - The Kingston Trio

How 'bout them sand pickers, ain’t they grand?

Sittin' on their haunches,

pickin' in the sand

Pickin' in the wet sand.

Pickin' in the dry.

Pickin' it fiercely.

Lookit fly

Lookit them sand pickers, ain’t they slick?

Some use their fingers.

Some use a stick

Them seashore sand pickers, ain’t they fine?

Sittin' in the sand a-pickin' up

time

How to be a sand picker, don’t need a ticket.

Find a bunch of sand,

stoop down and pick it!

Them Dog Kickers:

How 'bout them dog kickers, ain’t they crumbs?

Kickin' them doggies in their

buns

Kickin' them Afghans.

Kickin' them mutts.

Kickin' them puppies poor little butts

Lookit them dog kickers, ain’t they cute?

Some use a shower shoe.

Some use a boot

Them dadgum dog kickers, ain’t they mean?

Runnin' kickin' every day that’s seen

How to be a dog kicker, don’t need a ticket.

Find an old dog.

Haul off and kick

it!

Them Tummy Gummers:

How 'bout them tummy gummers, ain’t they dummies?

Havin' they fun of gummen

their tummies

Gummen them haunches out of they mind.

Runnin' 'round shoutin', «It's tummy gummen time!»

Lookit them tummy gummers, lurkin' in the yard, waitin' for a jelly belly,

catch it off guard

Them hell-bent tummy gummers, ain’t they dummocks?

Runnin' through the

neighborhood, gummen them stomachs

How to be a tummy gummer, no way to shut it.

Grab an abdomen and rear off and

gum it!