Mayberry Mayday

He come like darkness fills a shroud Goddam thunder cloud He speak like bees Pour out of trees He beat on kids Do what he please Mayday, mayberry Maid matters worse Mom came and kicked and cursed These kids were in a pile Scratching and wild I keep my mouth where it may drop Rain drowns my house and floods my crops It brings me chills The roles these kids must fill I get choked up Dry swallowing pills Dads join in and moms just curse Simple sins disperse Storm fronts made matters worse I'm dying too, re: hearse Mayday, mayberry Maid matters worse Mom came and kicked and cursed