Hey y'all . Don't you think, it's about time. For Cool Uncle Darnell... To say, a nursery rhyme. One, two, ....buckle my shoe. Three, four, ....shut the door. Five, six, ...pick up sticks. Seven, eight, ...lay em' straight. Nine, ten, ...a big fat hen. Do I need to repeat myself? Or did you hear, what I said? Would it be nice? If I said it twice? Bet. One, two, ....buckle my shoe. Yo man. Who has buckles on their shoes? Cool Uncle Darnell, ain't no, pilgrum. Three, four, ....shut the door. Aww, sookie sookie now. Go head. Close the door. Turn off the lights. Light a candle. It's bout to go down, when Cool Uncle Darnell's around. Five, six, ...pick up sticks. Yeah, I don't know why, you dropped them in the first place. I'M... not picking' them up. Seven, eight, ...lay em' straight. Sounds like an obsessive compulsive thing to me. As far as I'm concern, they could be crooked. Or.... a-skew. Hmm, that's up to you. Nine, ten, ...a big fat hen. Now we talkin'. A big ol' fat hen. In a deep fryer.(umm) With some Mac and cheese, (ooo child) and cornbread on the side? Hey diddle-diddle. The cat.... and the fiddle. Don't you forget, the fiddle.
