Well lawsy be
that big ol’ heavy tree
done smashed Willie John’s house,

came just a-crashin’ down
on account of all the ice.
That gnarly tree snapped
liken it was a peppermint cane
left over from last Christmas.

Now poor Willie John’s a-standin’
in his front yard wearin’
long johns and froggy slippers,
a-smokin’ his great-grand pappy’s
last cigar.