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Mason

Them Pickers:

How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't grand? Sittin' on their haunches, pickin' in the sand.
Pickin' in the wet sand. Pickin' in the dry. it fiercely. Lookit fly.
Lookit them sand pickers, ain't they slick? Some use fingers. Some use a stick.
Them seashore sand pickers, they fine? Sittin' in the sand a-pickin' up time.
How to be a sand picker, need a ticket. Find a bunch of sand, stoop down and pick it!

Them Dog

How 'bout them dog kickers, ain't they crumbs? Kickin' them in their buns.
Kickin' them Afghans. Kickin' them mutts. Kickin' them puppies little butts.
Lookit them dog kickers, ain't cute? Some use a shower shoe. Some use a boot.
Them dadgum dog kickers, they mean? Runnin' kickin' every day that's seen.
How to be a dog kicker, need a ticket. Find an old dog. Haul off and kick it!

Them Gummers:

How 'bout them tummy gummers, ain't they dummies? they fun of gummen their tummies.
Gummen them haunches out of mind. Runnin' 'round shoutin', "It's tummy gummen time!"
Lookit them gummers, lurkin' in the yard, waitin' for a jelly belly, catch it off guard.
Them hell-bent tummy gummers, ain't they Runnin' through the neighborhood, gummen them stomachs.
How to be a tummy gummer, no way to shut it. an abdomen and rear off and gum it!