Uncle Bo, who raised me after my father died,
Was never into corrective razor-strap butt spanking;
But he had a way of whipping your mind’s a**
With the most profound wisdom and guidance:-
And he would always end with these profound words:
“Now, I’m just a 3rd-grade scholar, but you need to go outside
And sit your butt down and think about what I just said;
But first, check the icebox and bring me a Southern Select!”