Nobody back home or in Indiana minded
Too much when he just took off all his clothes
And danced around in the back yard.
He like the breeze on his body and the warmth of
The sun. One day Mama said to him, “Sweetie,
You’re goin’ to get sunburned if you do that.”
Little Tony just said, “But Mama, I can’t get
Sunburned anymore ‘cause I’m already burned black!”
Mama just chuckled and rubbed his little body with creme.

Little Tony especially liked to take off his
Willie-whites after he’d gone to bed, and
His brother Ricky next to him had gone to sleep.
Little Tony liked the feel of the sheets on his skin.
If Ricky woke up, though, there’d be trouble.
Sometimes Little Tony would get a Little Boner.
If Ricky woke up and saw Little Tony’s Little Boner
He’d say, “Strike!” and grab it, sometimes twice.
“Strike!!....Strike!!” Little Tony would say, “Ricky,
Don’t do that again or I’ll pee on you in the night.”
Ricky would laugh and go back to sleep.
Ricky was seven and mostly he was nice to Little Tony.

All went well one summer until the time Little Tony
Had a run-in with the turkeys, or rather, the turkeys
Had a run-after with Little Tony. One mornin’
Jus’ ‘fore sunrise, Ole Tom Turkey was gobblin’ away
Makin’ a racket outside Little Tony’s window.
It woke Little Tony up, and he knew he had a Little Boner
And he’d best get to the outhouse or he’d pee on Ricky.

He slipped out of bed, out the back door, and
Down the steps onto the hard-packed back yard
Headed for the Other Side. Ole Tom saw him and
Made a dash across the yard toward Little Tony,
Shakin’ his head and makin’ gobblin’ sounds and
Pokin’’ and peckin’ with his dried up ole turkey lips.
Old Tom’s wives saw Little Tony and they
Made a dash for Little Tony too.