One drunk night, I met a lass
Beside a pond, near some tall grass,
And boy, she was a pretty dame,
With eyes as black as night,
Her grin was stiff, 
And her wits were sharp,
Her tongue serrated like a knife,

I said, "Why you are a pretty thing,
pretty as any girl can be".
She turned her head, looked me in the eye, 
"HONK! HONK!," was what she said to me.