Little Tony realized that the turkeys were all
Gobblin’ and shakin’ and pokin’ and peckin’
Right at the level of Little Tony’s Little Boner.
Little Tony thought, “Oh, no! No! They’re
Goin’ to bite off my Little Boner and
My Little Boner Balls ‘fore I get to the outhouse!”
The turkeys ran faster and faster, shakin’ and gobblin’.
Little Tony covered his Little Boner and his tiny
Little Boner Balls with both hands and ran for salvation.
There he was, a stark-naked skinny little black kid
Runnin’ across the yard, guardin’ his Willie Kit. “This is
Worse than ‘Strike!’ ” he thought. “They want to bite it off!”
Little Tony ran faster and faster! So did the turkeys,...
But they squawked and scattered as he ran right
Through them into the outhouse, slammed the door shut,
And turned the little piece of wood to lock the door.

By then Little Tony’s Little Boner was gone.
He didn’t have any trouble jumpin’ up on the
Bench, openin’ the lid without fallin’ in, and
Lettin’ go. It poured out like he was waterin’ weeds.
He almost had to sit down, if you know what I
Mean, but he was safe. He just stood there to
Catch his breath. Finally he sat down on
The bench. Then Little Tony realized that
His Little Boner wouldn’t act like a
Magic turkey wand anymore. His Little Boner and
His Little Boner Balls were safe, but
He still had to get back to the house.

“Oh, dear,” he said, like Mama did sometimes.
“Oh, dear....Oh, dear,” and then he started to cry.
Runnin’ through turkeys with his hands cupped
Over his Little Boner and his Little Boner Balls
To keep the turkeys from biting them off
Was one thing. Running through angry turkeys
Who were surely waiting outside the outhouse door
Would be far worse. Little Tony sat down on the seat
Even though he didn’t need to and cried some more.
“I can’t get back!” After a bit, he got really mad.
He stood up and put his hands on his hips.
“I thought turkeys were dumb but nice,” he said.
“Turkeys wantin’ to bite off my Little Boner and
My Little Boner Balls is really mean! Mean!!”