The first day I come up here to this New York City from Arkansas to get custody for the three kids since Martha Jill ran off with the Lightning Rod salesman (I saw him taking a whiz off the back porch & boy will she be disappointed).
Anyways we come up here cause the sheriff said it would take a "New York lawyer" for me to get the kids.
Well, we wound up bout car crazy till we found this big Central Park.
You know what they do here? They follow around some poodie dogs and pick up their poodie in bags. Stupid New Yorkers. Them thangs won't hatch!
Ballard Haff
