Hill Billy

Cheesy Billy

Riding a dark eastern stead

In downtown valley

He got lost in the alley

Designed by silvery threads

Of him people got weary

His words sounded silly

They all laughed at everything he said

They all thought of him a dummy

Returning smiles to their faces of mockery

And always giving the best he had

But the slivery threads were very tricky

Found a way through his unattended injuries

And in time hardened what’s left of his soft heart