I seen Mike at church,
He gone built a swimmin’ hole
There in his back yard.
When we done here, we should go.
We can hang out with some beer.
Oh redneck construction worker building the house next door, thou art a poet and a scholar. If only you knew how well your words fit this eloquent Japanese verse, your heart would leap boundless over the plywood board you are hammering on so loudly.
I feel like you should read this one aloud in your best redneck voice.