Gutsy Sam
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
Once there was a man,
His name was Gutsy Sam
He could eat a pig
One real big-
He'd even eat it whole!
He was sat there at the table
Right there, you see? With Mable.
'The pig' he ordered, 'with nothing on the side'
'The pig,' it came, and was evidently fried.
'A little sauce' he muttered, Mable nearly cried.
It was Friday night when
The pig looked round, it didn't make a sound
Of course, you think, why's that profound?
Well, I tells ya Gutsy S. was heading into town.
So the pig had heard of the rumour of Sam's strange humour
'Oink' he thought, he's a nutter,
But maybe he'll still stutter, when he sees the size of me.
Not a tremble, not a quake as Sam inspects his pork
Mable, at the table, had a simple thought:
Dear, Sam, Gutsy S. try some salad, try some fish,
But please avoid that greasy dish.
The pig looked on intently, trying not to show
That he was far more worried with what was about to go:
Outcried Sam, for he was in trouble,
'Alack, alas, something's going to burst my bubble'
To the street he staggered, groaning as he went.
The pig was right, poor old S. would soon be spent.
Again the pig looked up intently trying not to show
How worried he was with what was about to go.
It went bang, bang it went, all over the road(ed)
For Sam he had had one too many, he had just exploded!
His name was Gutsy Sam
He could eat a pig
One real big-
He'd even eat it whole!
He was sat there at the table
Right there, you see? With Mable.
'The pig' he ordered, 'with nothing on the side'
'The pig,' it came, and was evidently fried.
'A little sauce' he muttered, Mable nearly cried.
It was Friday night when
The pig looked round, it didn't make a sound
Of course, you think, why's that profound?
Well, I tells ya Gutsy S. was heading into town.
So the pig had heard of the rumour of Sam's strange humour
'Oink' he thought, he's a nutter,
But maybe he'll still stutter, when he sees the size of me.
Not a tremble, not a quake as Sam inspects his pork
Mable, at the table, had a simple thought:
Dear, Sam, Gutsy S. try some salad, try some fish,
But please avoid that greasy dish.
The pig looked on intently, trying not to show
That he was far more worried with what was about to go:
Outcried Sam, for he was in trouble,
'Alack, alas, something's going to burst my bubble'
To the street he staggered, groaning as he went.
The pig was right, poor old S. would soon be spent.
Again the pig looked up intently trying not to show
How worried he was with what was about to go.
It went bang, bang it went, all over the road(ed)
For Sam he had had one too many, he had just exploded!
