Colonel Burke has an appointment
with deez nutz, o rarities hung out
in threes. On stick-trees once
raised up all of a sudden, doz nutz
reckon all seasons of de Passion.
How should he dress? In a sharp
new suit from town or feed sack,
what matter to deez pinpricks
of light now in the sky. Deez nutz,
dey will receive your every burden.
Where should he say he's been?
Not reading every lonesome
signpost in a movie, dat's a sin.
Long sat our Colonel in his seat
patient, waiting for darkness to ripen.
But deez nutz you see, dem taken
from de tree when you are bidden,
will swallow you whole. Nowhere
found you everywhere before,
now your appointment is made certain.
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