Come and listen to a story about a man named Huck
A poor country preacher, barely made a decent buck,
Then one day a thought popped in his head
Chicken factories with illegal labor
is the way to make to make some bread
Serious coin. Patronage bucks.
Well the first thing you know ol Huck’s a guv’ner,
Kinfolk said Huck take a break away from there
Said Cayman Island is the place you ought to be
So they loaded up the trunk and took the money.
Unmarked bills that is. Campaign funds? Breaking rules?
Or maybe we misread this man. Maybe he’s just a wide eyed fella from Arkansas who is relishing the spotlight. He probably asked and found out they could take the campaign jet somewhere for a couple days and he asked Cayman Island and his handlers said yes and he said Yea Doggies, let’s git r done!
Perhaps he’s keeping a diary of this once in a lifetime experience. Dear Diary, today we ate something called Lob-ster. It was good, not as good as chicken, diary, but it was good. Til tomorrow. Huck.