He prepared to open the door, cover his Willie
And his Little Boner Balls with both hands, and
Run defiantly for salvation back to the cabin.

“Little Tony?” It was Ricky, knockin’ on the door.
“Wha-choo doin’ in there, Little Tony?” Salvation
Had come. Little Tony opened the door, let Ricky in,
And told him about the turkey attack on his Willie Kit
And how he had had to cover his Little Boner and
His Little Boner Balls with both hands and run
For their lives. “Dum-dum,” said Ricky,
“The turkeys didn’t want your Willie. They wanted
Corn. Turkeys eat corn, not Willies. They were
Hungry for corn.” Sometimes Ricky
Said some weird things, but this time, maybe
It was the truth. Little Tony’s Willie and
Little Tony’s Little Boner Balls were safe.......
And he was a little hungry himself.

Ricky and Little Tony walked back across
The hard-dirt yard from the Other Side
To the safety of the log cabin. Ricky shooed
Away the turkeys as they went. Ricky
Placed his arm around Little Tony’s shoulder.
Little Tony thought it was very nice to have an
Older brother. And you know what? After that
Ricky never played “Strike!” again and Little Tony
Always wore his Willie-whites at night......
Till he was 14 and he wasn’t Little Tony anymore.