Pass that pen there Billy Bob and I’ll write us up a song, or perhaps I’ll pen a sonnet if the melody sits all wrong.

Hand me down a crayon and I’ll draw a mighty oak, 'cause of all my brother Masons I’m the quickest with a joke.

Catch me in the right light you’ll see my shapes shaped to please, and if I shake my trousers down I’m hung just above the knee.

You may have difficulty catchin’ breath when you hear my weighty name - I’m the one that told ya “Told ya so” and they calls me Puddin’ Taine.