Supposedly there�s a dead body buried out back,
20 paces due North, 6 paces East - 
from the porch, of course.

Now i checked this out last week.
No body.
Not anything.
But i figured, since i had already dug the hole,
that i might as well plant an apple tree.

They call me "The Paul Bunyan of Miami St."
Or was it Johnny Appleseed?
Still, i�m getting one of those funny hats.

It never grew, ya know.
I don�t think that i truly wanted it to.
Besides, there�s already shade enough in this country.