a couple of patroller spotted us.

A little schmutz, a little schmear, and presto!

I was reclining beneath a sarsaparilla tree,

I shall dress myself in finery,

- Possum. - Oh, can't we have opossum?

This one doesn't sound roadkill-y.

deadbeat, horse beats, dead thieves, and even a few...

"Pork Butt in Cream", "Snout-Fried Neck",

in the muck and the mire and the Pittsburgh Poisoners,

In the turnip shed.

...where they were helped by a crusty, old clown.

when suddenly I heard quite a commotion

Maybe the nicest was Abigail Simpson,

They're just honey-sweeten batter...

You defied your husband for me?

has haunt me to this day.

I can't believe we're descend from slave owners.

That's one of Virgil's sugar-sprinkle cake rings.

We've regain our family honor,

Hearts pounding, we fled into the woods,

My quest is fulfil.

C'est la vie, baby.

all her monogram table linens.

You swear you'll help him?

I warn you: I don't know what's in there,

...deep-fried in hog lard.

It makes you look like a potbellied stove.

I don't like this new Viennese dance craze, "the waltz".

Our story begins with a spunky little spitfire

"After that fateful day,

but their journey was fraught with peril.

Bicentennial issue of Reader's Digest.

just a couple of clowns, and the world's youngest bearded lady.

Then dusted with powdered sugar.

of Mr. Thomas Jefferson's marvelous inventions.

brought a runaway slave, Virgil, to the house."

the charts representing genealogical relationships