Last night we were joking around about something (having to do with height?) and he walked away kidding with the words, "What are you talking about? I'm ten foot, two!" to one of the kids. It put some funny ideas in my head and I couldn't stop rhyming so I decided to blog about it. He IS ten foot, two in my book!
BIG BUTCH (sort of to the tune to "Big John")
He's ten foot, two
two-twenty, too
He's got big, bad pipes
and a heart that's true
Big Butch
He rolls with the flow
He hates the snow
(Except for plowing)
He'd like to tell it where to go
Big Butch
I love that man
Beside him I stand
He's got a crooked hip
But I love his can
Big Butch
One day he'll go
What I'll do I don't know
He drives me crazy
And I love him so.
Big Butch
